And You...

J.

Whoop watch out this one's a biggie and rant-ish (check it out I made up a new word!).

J,

  I've been waiting so long to write something to you after everything you've done to me (and M, though he didn't do anything wrong, but I guess I'll keep waiting). 

Where do I begin?

Alright. Let's go back to about... let's say elementary school when we first became friends. I'd like to just refresh our memories a bit.

<<<Rewind

I guess we didn't know either of us existed to each other (if that makes sense) until that day both of us showed up at C's rollarskating party (which you never seemed to do in previous years, or maybe I never paid much attention, I don't know...) but anyways, back on topic.

 I remember rollarskating at the party, with great difficulty, but somehow cruising along the stands and wooden floors when an unfamiliar figure, decked out in a sparkly pink helmet, hot pink rollarskates and thick purple glasses suddenly leaped right in front of me, rollarskates and all, and grinned with all the light of the world. I was so startled I jumped out in front and barely managed to contain myself to a screeching out before I could fall to the ground. You (the unfamiliar figure) giggled a bit, but sweetly at the sight of this and meekly apologized for startling me. We introduced ourselves, I accepted your apology and then you asked me to rollarskate with you. I gladly accepted.

Okay, I know this is getting boring. Let's fast foward a bit>>>

So after the party had ended and my parents and I were bidding farewell to all the party guests, parents, and C the birthday girl, I spotted an unknown bleach blond woman dressed in a red apron (your mother) and an eccentric young girl (you) approaching us. The bleach blond woman waved at my mother wildly as you gave me a wide, toothy grin before yelling "Lauren!" all across the rollarskating rink.

My mother gave me a flabergasted look and began interrogating me as to why these strange people were acknowledging us. I told her I had met the young girl, again, you, on the rollarskating floor and that the bleach blond woman must be her mother, but before my mother could reply, the bleach blond women hurdled herslef between us with you by our side, shoving her greasy right hand into my mother's face and screeching "Hi! I'm Q! You?." before burstling into chuckles.

And that's when everything began.

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I should've listened to my mother when she advised me not to converse much with you or your mother Q  after she felt something amiss, but being the stubborn, naive person I was I sure didn't follow that advice.

I really wish I had, because to be honest you were not a very good friend AT ALL, and that's the truth.

It's the truth because of all the times you acted so condescending towards me, brought me down, called me names, ditched me for someone else, purposly annoyed the crap out of me, humiliated me in front of everyone, kicked me, sent people "after" me, stole my things, broke my things (you don't think I forgot about my bedroom door, did you?), snooped through my personal information and items, never permitted me to hang out with anyone else (especially your little sidekicks), blamed me for your incidents, pushed me around, forced me to purchase you things, tortured my cat,  ate all my foods, lied to me, almost destroyed my reputation, almos destroyed me with your JEALOUSY, never ever EVER apologized sincerely (not even once, J!) and worst of all...

you were so untrustworthy.

Even with all your flaws, all your kinks and quirks, I just wanted a friend I could trust, but obviously, you weren't it. I tried to be a good friend, I tried to be honest and kind and as friendly as possible, but you never tried. You never cared. All you wanted was someone to entertain you, to be there like a little puppy whenever you grew bored or restless, and when I shared a few secrets with you, you spilled them out to the public for your own entertainment. You took advantage of me.

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I'm so glad not to be your friend anymore, to be free from the web you had entangled me in (though I wish I would've been freed sooner) and I'm even happier you found yourself a new best friend to play with.

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But J, thank you so much. Thank you for making me a stronger person and opening my eyes up to the terrors, jealousy, and theives of this world. Without you, unintelligent, unsophisticated, unloving you, I don't know where I'd be.

And I don't hate you at all. I'm just glad you're not around anymore, and I know it's for the best.

Wishing the best and happiest for you and your mother Q,

Lauren