(I wrote this during a hard time. I guess I just wanted to put this out there and get it off my chest.)
Dear ex-best friend,
I’m trying to get over how petty this is, but I just need to get this off my chest.
We were close. We were more than close. We were sisters. We were joined at the hip. We were.
It’s funny how things like that change overnight. It’s funny how you were the person who calmed me down during a panic attack, but now you’re the reason I can’t breathe. It’s funny how you were the person who comforted me at my lowest points, but now you’re the cause. It’s funny how I’ve been replaced. Isn’t it just so funny?
