The Worst Friend Ever
Dear Psycho-ass bitch,
I honestly considered you a close friend of mine once, because I truly thought you were an amazing girl with an awesome personality. So despite your crazy ex-boyfriend-dating-the-friend drama which, in case you didn’t know, turned all our friends against you, I chose to stick by you and be there for you. Unknowing to me, I got shit for it too, because people started avoiding me as well thinking that I was going to go psycho like you. However, as YOUR friend, I stuck by you, even when others warned me not to.
Woe is me, for I found out that while I was being your close friend, you decided that it’d be ok to tell other people about MY personal shit, shit that could destroy my relationship with my boyfriend. And when I confronted you, twice, TWICE you got defensive, then lied to my face and denied telling others. But I forgave and continued treating you as a friend, just one that I won’t tell personal stuff to next time. However, you start getting pissed off and complaining to others why I’m being such a bitch and moving on to find new friends, which as much as it irked me, didn’t yet earn you an angry letter on this blog.
Starting 3 weeks ago, you suddenly started ignoring me which I found strange, but not surprising. However, when you told me the reason today, that’s when you landed yourself this angry letter. Congratulations bitch! You randomly accuse me of showing people some letter you wrote to your friend-dating-the-ex, and blame me for others accusing you of being manipulative. Well wake up! When you sent that letter, you should’ve known that word would’ve spread, not to mention your big fat mouth didn’t already tell half of our friends about this shit. Then you go on jumping to conclusions saying that I did this out of spite for what you did to me before.
Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever been more offended in my life. First I get used by you, as someone to keep you company when everyone else ditched you, and then when you get back on good terms with them, you just toss me aside. Then there’s the backstabbing, the denial, the accusations, all mixed in with your bitchy-ass psycho self. The worst part was having to pretend to agree when you kept saying how hot you were when in fact, you are not hot, at all. I’m sorry, but the guys were right: you have tree-trunk thighs, and you’re about as manly as a girl can be. Oh and those glamor pictures you took? You look like you’re five. Whew, it feels good to finally be able to speak the truth 
no love,
Mimi
