She was my first best friend. We're neighbors, it's inevitable. We grew up together. I moved in a few months before she was born (I was born in January and moved next to her house when I was five months old, and she was born in September). We're eight months and twenty days apart, to be exact. What I didn't know until a year and a half ago was that her parents...well, I knew they argued, but so...

When someone tries to emotionally hurt you, but doesn't know who you are, it barely brushes your heart.But when your best friends step on your feelings and tear your happiness to shreds, it's one of the things that will hurt you more than anything.I know. Because it's happened to me. Three times.And when people claim to be your friends but then treat you like peices of shit, then it's time to take...