I don't even have to say who this is directed to, it's obvious.
You sure like to mess with people's emotions, don't you? You love to cry on everyone's shoulder and always have a spotlight on you, get to be center of attention, don't you? You used to be so different but the last two years something's really off about you.
I was once friends with someone who was extremely funny and obnoxiously loud with a unique and quite stupid sense of humor similar to mine.
I was once friends with someone who supposedly would always have my back. Someone I could tell all my secrets to. Someone who cared and listened when no one else would.
After many many years of having no one like that, many years of literally being so lonely I begged people to be my friends and chased them around, I thought maybe I had found that person that wouldn't be as trash as the rest. I thought I had found a true friend.
You were one of the best things that could happen to me.
I thought I finally had someone who would stay by my side, someone who wouldn't leave like everybody else. Someone who really made me happy.
We were so close. The closest I had ever been with somebody. You knew everything about me, everything about my family, everything about everyone around me. You knew too much.
I hope you know I was very happy when you started hanging out with my circle of friends, just in case you start going around saying I'm crazy or envious. But somehow, that was never enough for you.
You had to break apart my old group to make another one that fitted you better, tossing out some of my closest friends, and adding who you decided was more suitable. You treated me like shit for about 3 months prior, treated me like SHIT. Then you only made me drive you around places only to get ignored the rest of the night. When I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, you decided to take sides with him, and pretended you were closer to him, who you had met because of me, and decided to push me to the side. Decided to get a new, more popular best friend who was obviously way better than me and shoved it directly to my face.
I stopped talking to you.
And what did you do? Tell every single person you knew, that I stopped talking to you because I was "jealous" of you and my ex boyfriend. And that's what I guess you still believed until now, because when you asked me what that fight was about I preferred to stay silent. Even though you had hurt me so much.
I forgave you even though you never knew what you had done wrong and I trusted you so much not to do it ever again. But you did.
And don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about because you know that whole week you treated me like shit and never did anything about it.
I thought I finally had someone who would stay by my side, someone who wouldn't leave like everybody else. But to my surprise, it wasn't you who left, it was me.
Because I was tired of living by your shadow, tired of getting yelled at whenever you got angry or stressed. Tired of you suddenly being closer to "my" friends than I could ever be because I knew I could never be good enough to be their best friend, but I was stupid enough to think I was good enough for you. I was tired of feeling like I only mattered for being friends with you.
And I'm tired of never hearing you say that you're sorry, and then act like everything's okay.
Because it's not.
