The Truth
Instead of following her to the party, you decide that you've had enough. You take a piece of notebook paper out of your school folder, and leave her a note. You flip your pencil anxiously in your hand, and you struggle to make the words you've been itching to say for years meet paper. A few minutes go by and your pencil finally meets the paper.
"I know you probably don't care about our friendship as much as I do, but the way you've been treating me lately, has me pretty done. You are selfish and have never been there for me when I needed you. You're rude and treat everyone like garbage. Thanks for the last five years of friendship, clearly you got nothing out of it."
You walk out of her house and head to yours, the pain of a fake friendship stabbing your heart.
"I know you probably don't care about our friendship as much as I do, but the way you've been treating me lately, has me pretty done. You are selfish and have never been there for me when I needed you. You're rude and treat everyone like garbage. Thanks for the last five years of friendship, clearly you got nothing out of it."
You walk out of her house and head to yours, the pain of a fake friendship stabbing your heart.
