An Open Book

I don't understand.

I honestly and truely don't.

I don't understand how you can suddenly start hating me because I asked who your personal message on IM was about.

You added in Taylor and Leighann, your new best friend, and started chewing me out.

Since then, you and I haven't talked.

I don't cry. I kept it in. What's the use in crying? Your only going to call me a whimp, or something along those lines, and then talk about me to Leighann.

I never hated Leighann, even though I tried to convince myself I did. It made it seem easier to understand that you chose her over me if I hated the girl. But I can't.

She didn't do anything. I can't hate her if she didn't do anything, as much as I wish I could.

You let me go, then put her in my place.

Don't you know how much that hurts?

I could cry, and scream, and throw a tantrum. But there's no point.

So in writing this small letter.

I am officially over our fleeting friendship.