I was the one that cut you out of my life, I told you why. I told you it was because your personality was changing into something you refused to fix even though you claimed you didn’t like it, because when I needed you most you told me ‘good luck I’ve been feeling like that for 3 years’, and because you couldn’t sit still on the fact I was finally not your designated makes-you-look-better-by-comparison friend.
9 years we were best friends, sisters, and I did everything I could for you until you began taking me for granted. Yet I’m the one who, sometimes, wants to say ‘sorry’ and go back to you because you were all I had left. You poisoned our mutual friends against me, had me made an outcast in several communities we both frequented.
Even though I got rid of the headache that was spending every day listening to you complain and never do anything, I’m still suffering because you took every ounce of trust I had and tore it to pieces and pissed on them.
I want my best friend back, but I certainly don’t want you. I miss the hours of laughter but I’m not paying the price of hours more of your drama just to have it.
I don’t want you back, but it hurts that you’re not here anymore. Maybe one day you’ll see what you did, see why it took me an entire year to finally cut the cord. Maybe then we can be friends again, maybe.