• Friendship, Ain’t It Grand?

    by  • November 24, 2011 • Betrayal • 0 Comments

    To the two girls that have ruined everything…

    K-

    I knew you were a drama queen. You always have been. And everybody says you are. After a couple of months of dealing with your bullshit I should’ve known that. We’ve been friends since the first day of school. I’m the one who helped you stop cutting. I’ve given you a small fortune in little gifts when you’re having off days and this is how you repay me? I told you about my “relationship” with him because I trusted you wouldn’t go running your mouth about it to his girlfriend, or to anyone for that matter. Then you actually have the nerve to tell me that one of my closest friends was on the bus talking about him and me. That’s just pathetic. I guess I should thank you though. This has been an eye opening experience for me. I thought maybe enough years had gone by since something similiar happened (and I’d moved so many states and so many schools away) that maybe I could trust girls again. Obviously I cant’t. Out of the four girls I’ve ever considered myself “close with”, all four have fucked me over. You told everybody my secret. You know how bad everything is for me right now, why the hell did you have to make it worse? You know about the depression. You know I’m seeing somebody, and so is he. So what the fuck? Why do you have to start drama? I can live with him not talking to me anymore. I can only imagine what everybody is saying, but I can live with it. What really terrifies me about this situation is everything else you know. You know about the other taken guy I slept with. You know about the drugs. We also have classes together. Here’s the part that’s really upsetting me, I can’t even do anything for revenge at first since I promised your friend I wouldn’t tell you that you told his girlfriend about me. However, do not be surprised if not that long from now everybody knows about everything you’ve ever done that you’ve called or texted me sobbing about at 2 AM. Also, I’m dropping one of the classes we have together. FUCK YOU.

    Dear C,

    Oh my God. I love you with all my heart. You’re one of the few people I’ve ever met in my entire life that made me go “I want to know her when I’m 90.” I trust you so much. I literally would’ve done anything you asked me to. You’ve kept me from killing myself just by bothering to say “Hi.” I’ve given you a fortune in gifts. Jewlery, food, comfort, compliments. I keep your secrets. I don’t tell anyone about your sexuality. I don’t tell anyone about the abuse. But you, you felt the need to go tell some girl you barely know that her boyfriend and I are trying to fuck. What the hell is with that? What was the point? Do you realize that just days before we had a conversation about how much women suck because they’re always telling secrets? And the day you decided to screw me over, I gave you gifts. Spent as much of the day as I could showering you with compliments since I know everything is a little off for you. What’s really horrible is that you know about the guy I slept with that has a girlfriend. I can only imagine what you’re going to do with that info. I can’t even tell you that I know who you told about me. I’ll get back eventually though. You can trust me when I say that. Also, next month I’m dropping both of the classes we have together. FUCK YOU.

    ______________

    I’m completely aware of the fact I shouldn’t be messing around with taken guys in the first place. So maybe they were justified in telling his girlfriend. The point is I said not to, and now I’ve lost three friends in total. Plus my partner now thinks I’m cheating. And I am with a boy I really care for. From now on I’m just going to stick with boys.

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