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First, let’s have a recap of all the cruel things you’ve said to me.

Regrettably, I threw away the first letter you sent to me in January, so I don’t have that on file.

Summer of 2011

“I’m going to start off by saying, I’ve never been so over someone before. I have NEVER in my life worked so hard to keep a friendship to be proven everytime I see you that it isn’t worth it. I mean, I love you, but I’M OVER THE SHIT. OVER IT! I can not explain in words how much I have hated the shit yu’re doing lately. Why are you going around acting like a drunk needy stupid girl? You should hear the shit people are saying. Jesus FUCKING CHRIST. He obviously doesn’t care about you. Hello! Sorry to say it like that , but saying it nicely isn’t cutting it. Oh and on top of that, I told you I had a thing for Robert. So thanks for that too. Pedro told me that he likes you, which is fine, but you just neglected to tell me. Which makes you, in my eyes, look like a fucking cunt. I just don’t understand you. What is your deal? Oh, you’re lonely? Join the fucking club, but I don’t go around and get drunk and act a god damn mess. I’m so fucking over it. I don’t feel like you even deserve this from me, but I’m tired of having to ignore your calls. So now you know. Please don’t call me until you get it together. At this point, I’ve already lost everything important to me this year, your foolish shit is only adding to it and to be honest, I don’t need it.”

December 13, 2011

“Well, I’m just gonna lay it all out, since I’m “being rude” anyways. In my opinion you need help. You drink entirely too much. So much to the point that, twice now, you can’t remember if you’ve had sex with someone. Did you even try to go get tested, or do you like not knowing if you have herpes? I don’t know what happened to you. I have no idea who you are anymore and the only time you contact me is to ask me about my sister, or make fake promises to call me. I don’t know what you’but come, but I’m sad to say, I don’t associate with the kind of people you have become. I said something twice to you about your drinking problem and it’s only gotten worse. You say you care about what I say, but you have proven the exact opposite in every way. You’ve had sex with four people, or more, since August. Who are you?You are acting like a promiscuous little girl. You’re an adult, sometimes I fear you forget that. You failed your class this semester because you didn’t go and didn’t care. You were too busy being cool and fitting in at a bar that won’t be around in a few years. Being drunk and sleeping around isn’t the you I knew. But maybe, idk, maybe I never really knew you. I know I’m wasting my time even sending this to you, and I won’t waste my breath speaking it because I know you won’t care regardless. It’s just one year and out the other. I just hope you can open your eyes and realize what’s happening to you. You should have graduated two semesters ago now, but because you’re too busy not being yourself, you still have another semester to go before you’ll have your AA. I can honestly say I’m disappointed in you now more than ever. And it hurt me for a really long time that you just didn’t care, that you were letting yourself go, but now I can’t worry about it anymore. Next semester is my last, I’m happy with my life, and I’ve got a great thing going with Thomas. I wish I could hear any good news coming from your side. I love you. We’ve been friends for 16 years. 16 YEARS and I feel like I’ve lost you. I would’ve loved to hear from you, but honestly I prefer not to speak to you again until you have made some progress with your problems/ And I will be here, if you need that help. But until then I suppose this is goodbye, for now. I’m sorry I had to be this way, but I hope it will help open your eyes. “

And later on in the conversation you proceed to say “All I can go by is what I hear.”

None of these letters were provoked. I’ve never said one ill word of you. I was always nice. I was always courteous. 2011 was a rough year. You call me when you get your heart broken. You will understand. I have a feeling I’m not going to be able to trust anyone for a very long time, and yes, that is partially your fault. And you hurt me more than any male has. I would have been there for you through anything. Through your rough patch. And your troubles. And your heartache. I wouldn’t have had a “I told you so” attitude. Growing up is about learning from your experiences and relationships. I was always so scared to tell you that you were a negative person for so long because of the way you shunned everyone who did. You act irrationally, get irritated easily, and are one of the most proud people I’ve ever met. What happened this year is that you disassociated yourself with, what used to be, OUR group of friends. The relationship between Trey and Brittany was no one’s business but Trey and Brittany’s. If Brittany ever asked your opinion, you were entitled to it, but don’t expect people to always heed your advice. If I sent you a letter and told you that I didn’t like Thomas, and I thought he was a piece of shit, you would still date him. But I would not cut off our relationship all together. There are so many things I could refute in both of these letters, but you’ve proven to me that you really don’t know who I am. You really have no idea what I have been dealing with this year. And no, I do not have herpes. But that seems to be what everyone in this god damn county thinks. I loved you. I really did. You were a great friend to me. But when you started making assumptions about me and my life, that’s when I became okay with this separation. I do get sad about it sometimes, but to be honest, all the strife you’ve caused me with this year, my life is so much easier without you in it. And yes, if I see you in public I will still say hello to you. I will still be cordial. I will act like an adult. I will not do petty things such as delete me from your social network website. Or write me a letter because you don’t have the courage to say it to my face. In a nut shell, I would just like you to stop spreading lies about me. Or better yet, just don’t talk about me at all. Even if you have something nice to say, which is unlikely. Friends are supposed to be there for each other through their trials and tribulations, and you just showed me that you are no real friend at all.