My Best Friend.

Screw you.
Screw your lies.
Screw your rumour spreading self.
Screw your shit talking mouth.
Screw you lack of heart.
Screw. You.

I'm so freaking glad I'm out of that forest.
It was stupid.
I feel like an idiot for ever being in that forest.
But hey, go back to chapter one.
We're all idiotes here.
We all make mistakes.

I lied.
You heard me right.
I lied.
I do regret something.
And me being the one who never regrets anything... This has to be pretty big.
But it's not.
It's actually pretty simple.
I regret ever leaving the pathway.
Leaving that pathway and exploring that forest was the stupidest thing I ever did.
I was so blind.
I just went with the flow.
Laughed everything off.

Now I'm out.
I quit.
I'm back with my best friend.
Smartest decision I've made yet.
I'm back on my path.
But the horrible, heartless people I met in the forest are causing problems.
A lot of problems.
Well, just one of them.
You know who you are.

I didn't come on Mibba to talk shit.
I didn't come on Mibba to rant.
I didn't come on Mibba for attention.
I didn't come on Mibba for this shit.

I came on Mibba for myself.
Because I love to write stories.
It's an escape from the shit I have to face at school.
The shit I have to face in the forest.
And now, this person from the forest is invading on Mibba.
This person is reading my stories.
My escape.
My best friend's stories.
Her escape.
Making their own stories.
...Their escape?
Not likely.

I didn't write this to make this person look bad.
And I didn't call this person rude names for a reason.
Because even though I have many names in my head that I would love to call this person,
I won't say them.
Because I'm better than that.
I don't need to call people names to feel better about myself.
I don't need to shit talk them.
I don't need to bully them.

I just want to tell this person that it's time to move on.
I'm gone.
Yes, I know, you could care less.
Because you never did care about me.
I know that for sure.
You were never a true friend.
Seeing as how fast you dropped me.
How fast you started talking shit about me?
Not a true friend.
But I've moved on.
I have my best friend back.
And I'm thankful for that.
I'm lucky she even wanted me back after leaving her for the stupid forest.
I'm happier.
I have real friends.
They don't talk shit about me.
They accept me.
My music.
My clothing.
My friend choices.
My everything.
They accept me.
Unlike you ever did.

So move on.
I'm sick of coming home angry and upset.
I'm sick of thinking that everytime you laugh, it's at me.
I'm sick of wondering what your posting about me online.
I'm sick of having to sit in different places because my friends can't sit near you.
I'm sick of you.
So move on.
Please.
I am begging you.
You say you already have, but you obviously haven't.
Quit creeping our Mibba accounts.
Quit laughing at our stories.
Just forget about us.
It would make everybody so much happier.
Move on.