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Side Notes to Those Stuck-Up Bitches and the Very Best Friends

Script By: Dannika
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This is just somethings I've always wanted to say to my so-called "friends".

ps. Sorry for any bad language


Submitted:Oct 9, 2008    Reads: 365    Comments: 17    Likes: 4   


"How could you ever call yourself my friend?

You ruined the last three years of my life,

And you don't even know it.

Three fucking years!

I didn't like my life until I left you behind.

You never cared for me a fraction of what I cared for you.

I would have died for you.

You used to call me annoying; I stopped talking.

You used to call me sensitive; I became cold.

You said, I tried to hard; I stopped trying.

I stopped living.

And then, when all my life was falling apart, you left.

You went with them.

Those people that make others feel like shit, for pleasure.

You left me, for them!

And now, when they've left you, for bigger fish,

You come crawling back to me,

Tail tucked between your legs.

Why did I trust you?

Why did I love you?

I used to talk to my mom about these things,

She hated you,

But I always backed you up.

I was always on your side.

And you were never on mine.

When we were part of the same boat,

With others picking on us,

You left me, for them.

You left me to take it on my own.

For them.

Goodbye, bitch."

"I told you a secret,

Which you chose to betray.

You acted decent around me,

But it was all a lie.

The moment you had an audience,

You spread your lies,

You insulted me,

Saying things about me,

About my appearance,

About things I'd done.

You told my secret.

And now, you ask me for advice.

"My friend," You say,

"She thinks I'm trying to stealher boyfriend,"

I don't know what to say, bitch.

You ruined my life, and now you're hurting your friend.

Karma.

It bites you in the ass.

And why, I even talk to you now,

I have no idea.

We're done.

Over.

Goodbye, bitch."

"You were my best friend,

Or so I thought.

Perhaps you still are.

But you can't seem to chose,

Between me,

And them.

Sure, you still treat me nicely,

Decently,

But that love isn't there.

The kind of friend I want.

The kind that will stand up for me,

Even against her/his other friends.

A friend,

That will let nothing,

Get in the way,

Of us.

You were always an amazing person to me,

But not always an amazing friend."

"You stole my friend,

Not caring how it would make me feel,

You showed her the joys of popularity,

Twisting me into a picture,

Of hideousness.

I never trusted you.

I never will."

"You brought me out of the dark.

I hated life.

Hated myself.

You knew what I'd done,

How I looked,

And how I acted,

And yet, you were still there.

We never fight.

We never argue.

We are friends.

And I thank God every day for bringing,

You into my life."

"To him.

You noticed me,

Before I noticed you.

You treated me differently,

And I, so intune to

People's actions and emotions,

Knew something was up.

You asked me to a banquet.

"It means nothing," You said,

But I thought otherwise.

I liked you, but was uncertain.

Later, you messaged me,

"When will I see you next",

You said.

Finally, we had our date.

The more I was around you,

The more I liked you,

And the more I thought,

You liked me too.

Then, we spent more days,

More lunches,

More dates.

We hugged, and cuddled,

But never got too serious.

Then one night you were,

Distracted.

I asked why,

You said you had a lot of things,

On your mind.

Then, after I left,

You messaged me.

"I'm not ready."

You said.

My heart hurt.

Not because I loved you,

But because I knew otherwise.

You were certainly ready.

Why wouldn't you be?

It's human nature to do what is

Comfortable.

Why would you pull yourself

Out of that comfort zone,

Unless you were purposefully

Trying to hurt me?

Goodbye, bitch."

"And finally,

To you.

I noticed youfive years ago.

You seemed nice,

But we never spoke.

Then, in choir,

We clicked.

Best Friends.

We clicked.

We like the same things,

Act the same way.

You do crazy things,

Like,

Look at your wrist,

As if it were a day-planner.

You treat people with respect,

And dignity.

You are a best friend.

I admire you.

Thank you."






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