Wow, look around. Look at everything that has changed. Just two years ago we were best friends, sisters. Couldn't be seperated. Now, I can't even stand looking at you.
We used to do everything together, & I do mean everything. I'll admit, you helped me through a lot. & you knew how sensitive I am & was. We'll that hasn't changed. But, damn. I used to know you like the back of my hand. Now, I just want to back hand you.
My Madre, she loved you. She thought of you like a daughter to her. She always included you into everything, going to Saginaw, our trip to cedar point, family events, family pictures. She looked at you like you were her own. Now, everytime I am crying. She asks, what did she do now?
I told you everything, you knew every little detail about me. But that doesn't mean shit to you anymore, & I really don't care. But wow, you're fucking pathetic.
I have cried so many damn times because of you, & I still do. I am depressed almost everyday because of you. I fucking cut myself because of you.
I'll be completely honest, you're the reason why I think about killing myself everyday.
You know, I hate when people ask me why we're not friends anymore. Or why we don't talk anymore. I just look at them & think to myself, "Why the hell would I be friends with someone who causes me more pain than anyone else?" ️But, I don't say that. I just laugh & usually don't say anything. Because how can I explain that? Do you want me to tell them it's because you slept with my boyfriend? Or because we just went our seprate way? You tell me when I should say to them? Because I can't get a fucking word out without crying.
Do you see what you did to me?
Thank you, for making me a depressed teenager once again.
You're trying to take away the only person that means more than life to me. You're trying to take away the love of my life, can you not see that I fucking love him? Can you not let us be happy? No, you can't. Because you always have to ruin it in the end. Just please, leave us alone. That's all I ask, we love each other. Does that not tell you anything?
Katy, please. Just let us be happy.
Does it make you happy when I am depressed? Does it put a huge smile on your face when I can stop balling my eyes out? Does it give some satisfaction or something?
Ha, I can't believe I used to consider you my other half.
I hope you have a good year, way the fuck away from mine.
Katy, you're dead to me.
