Liar. You lie too much. But not to other people, to me. You tell me things that aren't true. You forget you ever say them. You're not my friend. I truly thought you were. I really did. I trusted you a lot. You'd forget about me in an instant. You already have. I thought I could be friends with you again, but you still make me feel miserable. The moment I'm not there, I couldn't possibly cross your mind. Like I was ever there. I was never appreciated, you never acknowledged the things I did for you. I help you because I care. But what I do doesn't matter to you. I don't know why I fucking try. Thank you, for making me believe that I was your best friend. Fucking thank you.