you left such a dent on my mental health over the years. sometimes i feel guilty about ghosting you but then all the memories of your innocent manipulation come flooding back. sometimes i think maybe i was the problem, and maybe i was a part of it, but you were the one in the wrong here. god, why were you like that? why did you tell so many lies, why couldnt you keep a best friend without feeling the need to replace them after six months? why couldnt you see that all i ever tried to do was help you? whatever. im probably just being overdramatic, but ill never forget what it feels like to text your best friend, sobbing, wanting to die, and have them be too high to listen. hope you have a good life, but i dont ever want to talk to you again.