Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Number three tonight. Don't read this one.

I'm really sorry I have to write this. But it's my opinion, and God forbid if I express it on my own page. 

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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