Dear
Friend,
I
don't know what to do anymore.
How long will I have to keep
finding ways to show you that I miss
you? That
I miss everything we used to do? I'm trying so hard to keep
this friendship alive, and all you're doing is stabbing me in
the back. Pretty
soon,
I'm gonna stop trying. I'm
gonna move
on with
my life, and stop trying to be in yours. And when that day comes,
you're gonna wish you never
turned your back on me when I
needed you most. You're gonna regret not reaching out to
me when I was hanging by a thread.
But honestly, I don't want that day to come. I want you to
invite me over like old times. I want you to be my best buddy
again. Please, stop pretending I don't exsist. Like I
meant nothing. Just
remember, I was the one who was there for you when everyone
called you
fat and ugly.
I was the one who told you all my secret crushes and listened to
all of yours, even though we both knew we were
hopeless
romantics. I
was the one who made you feel better about yourself when no one
else did. I was the one who made you
forget about all your flaws. And now,
I'm nothing but a lonely cousin you see on the
holidays.
I honestly don't know what else
to do.
Thanks. I love you too, Chels.
Yours truely, Emmy.
