[REDACTED],
         Sometimes I just can’t stop thinking about you. Sometimes, I even miss you. Your messy hair, your emotional but somehow soulless eyes; Everything about you makes me want to scream. You broke me, but somehow, I still loved you. Those days are over now. You ruined my life. You ruined your family’s life. You ruined your life, and nothing could ever fix you. I tried to change you, but even if the world was crumbling and the only way you would live was to betray your negative thoughts about me, you still wouldn’t change, and the Earth would crumble beneath our feet, and you would watch me fall. You wouldn’t even save me. You would laugh. Even I, the one you betrayed, would save you. But you couldn’t care less about me, and to be honest, I understand why. 
Sometimes, I don’t blame you. I was clueless. I didn’t know much about life, but now I know the only real way to live is to not trust anyone. …That means not trusting you. You never really cared, and if you did, it was because you thought I was someone else. I trusted you. I trusted that you wouldn’t betray me, and gosh, I was stupid. There was a point in time when I wanted to kiss you. I know now that nobody, nobody, would ever want even to want to come near and hug you. It’s such a shame that you are this way. I should’ve known the number of red flags there were going into our "friendship". 
All of this rage building up is not going to stop until I leave this school. …And there’s a possibility that it will go on past then. You took advantage of my kindness, and for that, I will never forgive you. I tried to be the person you wanted me to be, but I could never be the perfect little girl that you once thought I was. I’m the complete opposite of that. I will never be your perfect little girl. I am not going to be enslaved by your toxicity. I am the right one. I am right about you. I’m also the only one- the only one who is dwelling on the little game that you started. You don’t treat me like a human being. You treat me like an emotionless puppet that you constantly add more string to, while I struggle to cut them.
           It hurts me to know that you only like the carefully crafted version of me that I put on while interacting with you. You never really loved me. You just loved the fake me, the person I pretended to be so I could fit in. But you must understand, my friend, that I’m not her. I’m not that fake-perfect girl anymore. I never was. I don't have to be like everybody else, because I’m not. I am me. And you? You, my friend, are the problem. You hurt me. Even after everything we had gone through together, I should have known that our friendship was all a lie. 

Sincerely, Your “best friend”, me