Hello, You

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Okay, here's one thing that I don't understand. You hate me? Go ahead. You talk about me behind my back? Help yourself. You fabricated things about my life? Let's see who will believe in your lies.

But you know what, above all other friends you've got, can you please refrain from talking bad about me to my friends? They're not stupid, the way you might think I am. They've known me longer than you do. And just because I don't hang out with them all the time, doesn't mean we have fall apart and we're not close anymore. Being close is not all about having fun together, it involves being at your friend's side when they need you most. You think my friends are kids? Someone that you can just talked into hating me? Hey, we're laughing behind your back at your stupidity. This is not high school girl, so open up your eyes and stop being a fake in front of me while failing miserably to influence my BEST friends into hating me. I can still take whatever you said about me, no matter how much it hurts me; but I'm tired of listening to my friends complaining about you, saying you're stupid and everything for what you've did to me. Sure, it's your own fault to have my friends to talk like that to you, but still; I've once, stupidly, considered you as a friend. I still get the same feeling of frustration everytime I hear them talking about you.

You told them I like to order people around, and that's true,
You told them I talk too much, my friends are all aware and are accepting it,
You told them I'm letting myself being used by the guys because I want to hang out with them,
You told them I don't do work because I'm going out too much,
You told them you're happy that now you're no longer in my grasp.

I ordered people around because I'd rather see the assignments done than staying up late to finish it; I talk too much, I can't help it, but my friends are okay with it and they can just tell me to shut up when it is necessary; the guys didn't used me, there's a give and take situation that you never knew; you're don't go out and you didn't do any work either; and you, my friend, are free to live your life and leave me behind like what you've done countless times.

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