You sit back, and basically claim the title of my bestfriend; when I really didn't give it you, and probably never will. You fucked me over. Big time. Your loyalty amounts to nothing. And it makes me sick. Remember all those times you said you had my back? That you'd defend me with any battle I had to fight alone - and yet, you couldn't even walk with me after I got humiliated? You just kept talking to them. You defended me? Bullshit. And now, don't expect me to be your lending hand, your shoulder to lean on - you fucking used me. And it's a damn shame, that it took me the whole summer to get that through my thick head.
It's fine, because when I saw you talking with them, I was thinking about us. And our memories. And our friendship. I was thinking about what I did for you, and what you've did for me. And the fect that you've thrown all that away, makes me sick to my stomach. As much as you may think I'm blowing it out of proportion; just think about what you would do, if your "bestfriend" backstabbed the fuck out of you, and made you look stupid as hell.
Its sad because, I trusted you. I had nobody else, so we stuck together. But I guess our glue is fading off now; and I accept that. But I don't accept being humiliated by someone who I trusted. You fucked me over, and now that trust - is out the window. It's floating on to the next failed friendship.
So the next time you wanna text me, to see if I want to hang out. Or if I want too, go to the mall. Or if you can sleep over because "shit went down at home." You think about this night. And you think about if I really want to be with you, or the person you changed into? A pathetic, unloyal, sleezy pot head.