10 years I've known you, 10 years of
laughter, fun, banter and sometimes a
bit of anger at each other. We were young,
cool and sometimes we thought we knew
it all, but we didn't.
I'm now a woman, a mature and intellectual
woman trying to make sense of the genetics
that made her who she is. I might make some
mistakes, I might screw up occasionally, but
whatever happens I stay true to myself.
You stayed the same, keeping that childish
secondary school mentality. When we fight,
you do the same thing that you always did -
you flounce off and make it all about you when
some of us don't care.
You, my other friend, walked out because you
were 'emotionally distraught' and didn't want to
admit you were wrong. I was stupid to trust you
as much as I did, and I'm actually better for your
absence, so thank you.
And you, my final friend ... the last stalwart of my
support team. You stayed until the end, but even
you couldn't stay truthful forever. Now that you are
gone, I think it's time that I left you all behind and
made my way alone.
Goodbye, old friends. I'm going to leave you behind
now, in the corner where you should have stayed. I
thought that bringing you into the room would make
you a good friend, but I think you and I are in separate
houses, let alone the same room.