I thought we were friends; but last time I checked friends don't back stab each other. Friends don't judge each other, but I guess we're not friends. I thought we were supposed to help each other. But when I was shown the things you said about me it broke me. You gave me so many panic attacks, you told people my business that I only told you and her. But you went and told other people; it made me look stupid. My depression is worse because I feel like people think I'm weird, because of what you told them. But that's okay; I'm not worried about it anymore. I've learn to let you go.
