Thanks. For what you ask? For letting me know what it's like to wake up one day and not have your best friend anymore. I'd rather think of you as dead. Just for the mere fact that it would be easier to cope with you dying than just walking out on our friendship. It's been nearly six years since we've spoken to one another, six long years since I've had a shoulder to cry on, and you've been in my thoughts ever since. Not in a happy place, mind you, in a place where I wonder what I did wrong, where I ponder why you decided to abandon me without so much as an explanation. The place where I re-play those last few weeks over and over, wondering what would happen if I'd done something, anything, differently.

I've even passed you on the streets a few times, although I didn't bother to say hello. It wouldn't be worth wasting two seconds of my life on, two seconds that I could have spent doing something a hell of a lot more productive with. Something like repeatedly slamming my fingers in a car door, it'd be less painful. Evidently you thought that too, or maybe you didn't recognize me. You still looked the same, I found that odd, for someone who wanted so much to change in her life. You certainly changed me, you made me look at everything in a different perspective. Wondering each time I made a new friend if they'd back out when things got a little

I don't understand how you could wake up one day and decide "Well, it's been fun. Oh yeah, and I don't want to be your friend anymore." It's not like we were acquaintances that would wave to each other in the hallways. You were the person I spent the most time with, the person I leaned on when I couldn't stand on my own. The one person I trusted more than anyone in the world, and yet you totally disregarded those facts when you proceeded to fuck me over. You left me when I needed you most and for that you get a big "FUCK YOU".

Your bitter pal,

Jamiee