Five years we've known each other, now. Five. Seems kind of unreal to me, actually, considering the fact we keep popping in and out of each others lives...I don't have a clue what we mean to each other, or what we ever have.

I'm not writing this because I could never say it, I'm writing it because I don't want to. I don't want to deal with your games, I don't want to argue semantics, and I don't want to feel like I have to defend myself from you.

You hurt me, Corey. This isn't something I say lightly, or to many people. I tend to guard myself well, or at least try. You hurt me, and you hurt the people I care about most.

Before I ever knew her last name, you had told my girlfriend that you cared about her, that she was beautiful, that you wanted to be with her. You didn't tell her that you still had your ex of two(or was it three?) years on the side, and that you had already played her best friend for a fool.

She still cries when she thinks about how you hurt her.

You worked your way into the middle of my circle of friends, and gained their trust. You were sure to be around when something was going wrong, and you collected their secrets, their dreams.

And when Nat died, you were the first to point fingers.

You scare me, Corey, you always have. You knew what I was going to do before I did, and you used me for everything I could give. You abused my friendship, my trust, and my innocence. You figured me out, and exposed my fears to the world, playing the same games I've been doing for years, but better.

You reminded me too much of myself, and perhaps that was for the best. Perhaps it showed me where I needed to change.

And when we confronted you about your hypocrisy, and lies, you told us how it wasn't the same anymore, how you'd change. And we believed you. We didn't want to believe that you'd really do that to all of us.

And maybe your ex should never have looked in your journal, or told me what she found in it, but she did. And I've never looked at you the same way since.

Fuck you, Corey. For pretending to care, and pretending to give a shit. For your condescending 'compassion', and your two-faced lies that you knew we all saw through. For breaking up my best friend's relationship, and scarring everyone else's. For ever being involved with my girlfriend. For ever introducing yourself to us, and lying to us about how you were going through hard times, and how you just needed some friends. But most of all, for you for the lies you spread when you left us, and the pain it caused everyone. Because we're still not the same for it, we never will be.

I never said a bad word about you, Corey. I defended you when no-one else would. I was the closest thing to a friend that you ever had in our group. I looked at you as an equal, while you lied to me, and turned my friends against me.

Goodbye, Corey. I hope you eventually decide to give up on the lies, and games you play with the people that care about you. I hope you learn to appreciate your father, and soon. He doesn't have much time left. I hope you've found what you're looking for with your new friends, and I hope your ex knows well enough to stay away from you. She deserves better than you'll give her.

Until next time,