Sometimes, I think back to how we used to laugh and text every single day. I really miss those moments, even though I know I’m the one who had to end our friendship. You hurt me deeply when you talked behind my back and made fun of me. Fame seemed to change you, and I felt like I was losing the person I trusted.
I really did like you and thought we were close. I wish we could still hang out, still laugh like nothing happened, but something has changed forever. I want you to know, though, that I don’t hate you. I’m just disappointed. I gave my all to our friendship—even if I wasn’t perfect, I tried my best for you. We shared so much, things I’d never told anyone, even secrets from my past. It’s hard to understand how you could betray that trust.
Sometimes, I wonder if you ever feel sorry for what happened, if it ever crosses your mind. Now, I walk around school alone, doing my best not to look like “the depressed person with no friends.” Meanwhile, you’re with your new friends, laughing and having fun. And sometimes, when we lock eyes in the hallway, everything around us seems to fade away. It’s like, for just a second, I remember everything we used to be.
I thought you were my friend. How could you do this to me?
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