My Friend's A Bitch

I used to have a friend. She's a beautiful, cheerful, kind, and most of all, a good friend. When she felt sad, I was there to cheer her up. When she cried, I was there to comfort her. When she had a problem, I was there to help her. I was always with her. I treated her like she was an important person in my life; I saw her as a true friend.

That was a long time ago.

Now...

Well, I have no idea.