I really hate that it just slides by. That your best friend Alexandra caused my depression to return. That she's caused me to contemplate suicide every time I drive over 50 miles an hour.
I don't like that nobody says a thing to her, and that you all put up with her shit the same for years. Because I, I am not alone.
She is a liar, and she has not changed like you said.
If she was honest, she wouldn't have taken the sacrament at Carlos' farewell.
She wouldn't be getting married in the temple in 5 months.
She would at least have the nerve to, for once, show her emotions.
And I do not care for the life of me what you have to say to me for this post, all I know is that I am a miserable rot. A sack of meat that feels worthless and depressed every day because of your friend.
And if I have to lose your friendship, then so be it. I won't be angry. You've been her friend for years now, and I have no room pushing her out.
You all know, but you won't connect the dots.
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