Hey. You. Yes you. My so called “best friend.” Yes, I realize we haven’t really seen each other much, since you go to school on the opposite side of the state and all, and we haven’t really hung out since you left in August. But we were friends from early grade school on, you should know better than to say some of the things you do. When you ask why I post something that gives off the vibe that I’m feeling down, expect me to tell you what’s going on. And when I say it’s because I haven’t really gotten to talk to my man much for the last 2 months since he’s finishing up training for the Army, don’t go rubbing it in my face that you get to text him all the time or that after you broke down the other day after seeing your most recent ex (another of my best friends that you stole) that you got to talk to D for a while on the phone. I already feel like shit since I don’t get to talk to him much, and I know I miss out on a ton because my mother’s too much of a stuck up, technologically inept prick to let me get texting, but don’t rub it in my face. I like how my new best friend put it when I was telling her about you the other day. She called you an insensitive cow. And when I think about it, you are. You’re a socially awkward freak who can’t even manage to form one ounce of compassion or regret for what you’ve done to me, or realize how much some of the things you say, without thinking, could hurt me. No, I didn’t plan on the three guys that’ve happened, but don’t you think it would be a major blow if you said “Well, I would never sleep with two out of the three.” Ouch. Too bad that one of those was your ex, who really needed it to get over you after you tossed him aside for favor of my one friend at the time. And you call me the slut? Heh. I’m not the one who goes around turning our friends against you, dumping the best things that’s ever happened to me, going after a guy who really doesn’t want you/taking him from the one you two-faced, dating a really nice guy for a week or so, then breaking up with him on the same day you tell me that you miss my guy. I realize you two are friends, and you said you didn’t like him like that, but I know you and actions speak louder than words. And I swear to god, if you go after him, there will be hell to pay. I’m not going to let you ruin my life yet again when I’ve just come back from rock bottom. Whore.