As you get older, you learn a lot about the world. You learn about life, you learn about love. You learn who you can, and who you canNOT trust. You learn all of life's little lessons one after another, and you don't realize it until time has passed you by and you're sitting upstairs at midnight, alone, and that's when you realize something is wrong. I mean, I trusted you with my LIFE. When we first became friends, I remember promising each other that a boy would NEVER come between us, that we were too good to let that happen. Well, it looks like I'm revoking our promise.

He was mine, Jill. MINE. When someone calls someone their boyfriend, he is THEIRS. Not free for the taking. I am not blaming this all on you, though you certainly played a large part on it, teasing and taunting him, dressing skimpily and insisting it was nothing more than what you usually did in the summer. See, I wouldn't know what you wore in the summer - we haven't even been friends for a year yet. That's how fast our time together went. None of my friendships with girls seem to last past that year point, they always fall apart one way or another.

Do you know how much it sickens me that I could call you two in from the water, but be HEARING you two making out down there? My boyfriend. And my best friend. The two people my world REVOLVES around betraying me. TOGETHER, no less. You won't have to worry about that anymore, though. I won't be seeing you - and YOU will not be seeing HIM. Because the only way you can SEE HIM is through ME. Which I stupidly trusted you to do. Jill, you fucked up big time. And I'm sick of you, and I'm sick of second chances. God knows I'm not giving HIM one. I guess why I'm writing this letter is a selfish reason. I really want you to know how much you've hurt me and how much damage ONE NIGHT can do. You know how fragile I am right now.

You know, through all of those months in my depression, I was STILL there for you, to listen to you babble about the goddamn people you were fucking and how they never loved you back. But did you ONCE listen to me? I remember the night I called you crying... you said you "were busy and will call you later"... gee, I guess giving some random guy head is more important than a friends' tears. It sure shows where your priorities are, though. And I, obviously, am not one of them. They seem to fall into the self gratification category.

So Jill, this is my goodbye. I don't want to hear from you - ever - again. You have done a lot for me, and you have done me some favours, taking me in under your wing from the big bad world out there called high-school, and letting me be "in" your "group". I guess I'll find new friends. I honestly thought this would last forever, I mean you and I... but I was "honestly" wrong. You're a self-absorbed heartless child, and I don't need people like you in my life.

Goodbye,

Frosty