I called you my best friend.
But what you did was low, really low.
You showed my witty account to the guy I was head over heals in love with.
And I thought witty was my safe place where I can pour my heart out
I made quotes about my secrets and how I was in love and having a secret depression.
My quotes were like my babies and I loved getting favs and comments
Because it reminded me I wasn’t alone about the way I feel about life.
But you showed him and his friends my witty account.
(and made fun of me)
I cried for nights and dreaded to go to school.
I deleted every single quote.
All 97 of them.
I felt so backstabbed and betrayed and embarrassed.
and
I called you ‘my best friend’