My best friend.

You took the wrong path.
Im not necessarily saying that I'm the right path.
Because I sure as hell am not.
But, they were definitely the wrong path.

Your just blind.
You don't see what everyone, including myself see's.
I see nothing but bad apples.
Crab apples, I guess.
And then theres you.
The perfect red, shiny apple.
You need to understand, you don't belong in that group.

You need to be with me.
Cause I'll atleast not shit talk anyone.
I am pretty damn accepting.
Whats that saying, or rule or whatever?
The Golden rule?
Do unto others, as you would have them to unto you.
Or something along those lines.
You need to realize, thats the only reason I try and fight back.
Because, I'm trying to make it even.

Yes, I have lied.
Yes, I have apoligized.
Yes, I miss you.

So, just fucking understand, that you chose wrong.
Like I said, I'm not right. But i'm better.
I accept hate that I lost you.
And because of it, I'm broken, unhappy, and I have nobody.
Nobody.
I lost all of my friends.
You, them. Everyone.
I cut myself. I've tried killing myself. Im hurt.

You see it, but what do you do?
Nothing.

You don't stick up for me, you don't say shit.
So, maybe you shouldnt have had the title 'best friend'.

And you know what I do?
Nothing.

Because you look happy.
Yes, I realize its fake.
But, only real eyes, realize, real lies.
Ta-da.
I know you better than you think.
You were are my best friend.
My sister.

But then you made excuses.
No more sleepovers, no more lunch, no more nothing.
So.
Fuck you.
I haven't done anything.
Just.
Urgh.
Everyones so stupid.
And I really hope you try and understand, that I don't understand.
I have my opinion, and you just don't fucking get it.

They are wrong.
They talk shit, they make peoples lives miserable.
What about Tori? Me?
They hate us.
But, you're friends with both of us.
So, just grow some balls, and walk away.

My mom always says, you an go through highschool, high off happiness.

With them, you'll go through highschool, high off hatred.

I can't do anything anymore.
You chose.
I chose.
I wish I could go back.
But I have nothing to go back on.

I hate looking in a mirror, because of what they say.
I hate lunch, because I have no one to come running up to.
I hate life, because I don't have one.

You could have atleast taken the good path.
Where theres no bumps, boulders or high hills.
You could have taken the smooth sailing path.

My bad for thinking you were different, for thinking you were different then everyone else whose dragged me along in their pathetic silly life.

I'm sorry for being apart of your life.