If You Can't Hang.

Dear *&%^%)()&,
I don't know what happened to us. Actually, that's a lie, I know exactly what went down. You turned into a stupid cunt who thinks she's better than everyone else. I try to explain why I hate you so much and no one seems to get it, other than one other person. I'll try to explain now, maybe some of you will finally understand my side of things.

We were friends during grade school but back then, everyone was friends with everyone else. Drama didn't exist, crushes were innocent and you only hated bitches for a class period. Things didn't change between us until middle school. We only had a couple of classes together but still, something in you turned cold. I don't know who shoved a pool stick up your ass but whoever did the honors, forgot to take it back out. In fact, they probably shoved three more up there since then because with each year that passes by, your bitch-ego gets higher. During the eighth grade, we actually became really good friends. There was a point where I became closer to you then I did with my best friend at the time.

High school hit and just like that, you became queen B. Or so you thought. This is the year you started having a pity party for yourself all the fucking time. We couldn't have a conversation without you claiming that you were fat, ugly, dumb, a waste and that nobody wanted/loved you. I should of ran right then. I don't know why I kept trying to make you feel better, trying to make you see that you were so much more than that. I guess it's because I actually CARED about you unlike you who never gave two fucks about anything/anyone but yourself. I specifically remember one night when I asked you to hang out (well, me and my current best friend). You kept saying you didn't know and then finally you gave us your answer; no. You couldn't hang out that night. We didn't care too much. Later, the best friend and I took a trip to Hy-Vee and guess who we ran into? Your skank ass and you were there with two of your other friends. I thought you couldn't go out? We were pissed and you KNEW it. As soon as you saw us, you ran. YOU FUCKING RAN AWAY. Are we five again, or? That's the little shit you did that made me hate you. You lied, you'd always called me dumb/stupid/slow/whatever the fuck else and you always complained about how fat you were but then you'd walk around in short shorts showing off your long legs and then you'd ask everyone if your butt looked too big in them. Then, when we said no, you'd call us liars and pout. What the hell.

I could bitch for hours about this dumb cunt but I'll stop because 1) class is almost over, 2) I'm just getting myself worked up and 3) there really isn't a third reason, I just think a list of two is dumb.

To be continued.