Dear Toxic Ex Best Friend,

Though you helped me stand back up on my own two feet, you shot me in the foot once again.

First things first, I don't remember all the horrible things you said and did while you were heavily drunk and out of control that night (other than maybe that your drunken self supports Donald Trump--red flag), as I was drunk too, other than maybe that you helped me realize that the one who took care of us both while we were at it is my true friend, and not you.

Anyways, it's time to pour my heart out. Honestly, it hurts when people who always knew us as a pair ask about you, and I internally break down, not knowing where to begin. It hurts when I look at our old pictures and think of what we used to be, to what we've become. It used to hurt so much that I would take my anger out by throwing shade at you on snapchat with my true current friends. Even though I'm past that stage, I still can't help but wonder why that fateful night happened, as well as many unanswered questions that flock throughout my senses whenever I think of you. Why did you never give me the 100% in our friendship that I gave you? Why did you stop sparing even two minutes of your life for me? Why did you let someone else take advantage of our friendship and practically bully me? Why throw away everything we had and went through just because you couldn't own up to your actions? Finally, why did you blame all your actions on me? Why basically become Scar and push poor Mufasa off the cliff into the stampede?

Well, even though you shot me in the foot, I have long recovered and have began to stand on my two feet once again. I may not be Mufasa anymore, but thanks to your presence in my life, and the good memories back when we were friends, I'm now Simba, matured, grown up, and much stronger to face life's challenges. Though it's a little harder for me to trust people these days, I am more than happy with my now small circle of friends and family that have chosen to stand by me, support me, and lift my spirits instead of breaking me down; especially my current best friend, who you showed me on the night we fell out.

Thank you for the times when we partied to our hearts' content; when I smiled you faithfully waiting for me down the stairs of my dorm for us to go out together; when you taught me things I could never teach myself; when you made me feel less lonely when people I thought were my "friends" would leave me out; when a former crush deliberately spread false rumors, trash-talked me to my roommates and friends, and gave me cold vibes in front of them and you reminded me I was worth much more than how they defined me. However, I am in no position to take you back and try to answer those questions I had.

Since it's been months since we last talked, I really hope you're happy with your life. I hope you're happy with your current best friend, as I am with mine and I wish no further ill upon you or your friend. However,. I hope you don't break your friend's trust, let anyone else take advantage of your friendship, or basically do to her what you did to me because it will hurt more, should your guilty conscience remind you of me.

Sincerely,

Your ex best friend