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100% True Story of Having A Toxic Bestie In High School

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africanamerican bestfriends blackpeople college drama exbestfriend highschool life lifelessons lifestory memories nonfiction real reallife

This is a story based on my life experiences during high school. Every story in here actually happened and the only thing I've changed are the names.
I know some people's experiences can most definitely be worse than mine but a toxic friend is a toxic friend. Someone who is "a little toxic" is still toxic.
I'm doing this as a kind of therapy for myself, I've talked about all these events with many of my friends (and they've reassured me that this is in fact toxic behavior) but I can't even talk about it with my family because of a few things that happened. I want to stop mulling over it and obsessing so I feel like writing it down so it's permanently in the universe will make me feel better.
This is my closure, I have never had a real sit down with her to get over everything that happened and I probably never will. Not every relationship you have will get or need closure but you should still try to make peace within yourself and that is what this will be for me.
I know another reason I'm writing this is because I feel like even in college I'm still living life for my ex-best friend. Every time I wear an outfit or get a boyfriend I wonder what SHE would say and I hate that she has this hold on me even after everything has happened and our friendship is dead. I don't want her living rent free in my mind, so she can live rent free in a wattpad story about her.
I'm not sure if I'm even going to publish this story but it felt important to write. 
I'm partially paranoid that she'll find it, but in the back of my mind I keep asking myself WHY I CARE, like why should I care if she found this? I don't even think she will but that stress is still in my mind.
If I decide to publish this I hope other people with toxic friends will stop telling themselves the things I told myself to dismiss the behavior. You are not crazy, you are not overreacting, they are really ARE treating you like shit.
If you've made it this far and really want to read it, feel free.All Rights Reserved

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