Yes, You Are...

Yes, You are the first person I'm going to blog about. One, because you hurt me. And two, because I just can't let this go.

We were friends. We probably wouldn't have ever gotten as close as we used to be, but none the less, we were friends. In 6th grade when "V.V." was making fun of you, I stood up to her and got my ass kicked... I was still your friend. In 8th grade when you dated that horny Armenian guy, I sat in the back seat ALONE and watched as you two made out... I was still your friend. And in 9th grade, when you STOLE my number one crush and gave him head right before you came over to my house, and I had to find out from your sister... I was still your friend! Then, I moved away and we never talked again until 4 years later when I came to your house for New Years Eve. Even then, I was treated like shit. You whispered about me to your boyfriend, and then while driving me home, you got on your phone and told someone that it was the worst weekend you ever had... but I still wanted to be your friend! Now, it is 2009. We have reunited yet again. You are getting married. Congrats. I find out two weeks later that you sent out invitations... lo and behold, I did not recieve one. Wow. Shocker. I'm nothing to you. I probably never was. You were the honor student, in your IB classes. You knew what you wanted to do in life. Here I was, some lower class child of divorce. I was probably just your follower. Someone to shadow you; a peon. How could you be so cruel? How could you just write off so many years of friendship?

I was there when your dad chased us out of the house, ready to swing! I was there when you were throwing up in ziploc bags just to lose weight. Now I'm just some loser that you look down on. I will never forgive you for anything that you've done to me. "J.C." was one thing, but now, your wedding is quite another. You're a bitch. Period.