Thanks for showing me what a good friend is not. Because of you, I know what it is like to lose someone that you would think would mean a lot, but in reality, doesn’t mean anything. I met you at a time in my life where I needed a good friend, someone who would always be there for me, someone who would help me up when I was feeling down. And you did that.

You also told me intimate details in your life that make people uncomfortable when you first meet them. I felt like I had to be your friend even from the beginning. It wasn’t really an option. I made up a lie about how to not spend the night at your house the first time I went over because I felt uncomfortable.

Then there was a concert coming up for One Direction. My mom paid since we were only in ninth grade. I only wanted to take you at first because you would get mad if I took someone else. I ended up actually wanting to take you and we went. It was a great day. Definitely hot and miserable. But great.

School continued going well. Then I got my first boyfriend in tenth grade. My best guy friend since middle school. You were happy for me at first. Everyone was. Then when I found out what kind of person he was: controlling, demanding, hateful, you obviously didn’t like him. He disliked you just as much. He wouldn’t let me go to your house, and I still did behind his back because that’s what friends are for, right? Or at least that’s what you told me. Then he found out I still went to your house, and he’d yell at me and get so mad; it was borderline emotional abuse. You’d still convince me to come over. Then we all had lunch together and if I talked to you long enough, he’d get mad, and if I talked to him more than to you, you’d get mad. It was in a never ending cycle of pissing people off. I broke up with him.

Then you were talking to some guy and I ended up meeting his friend who is now my boyfriend of two years. Honestly the best thing you’ve ever done for me. Then I was pushed to the side as this new boyfriend of yours squeezed into your life. Three months later he broke up with you. Then our other friend took my place unknowingly. That hurt. I was there for you for four years and you treated me like I was replaceable, and I guess I was. Soon as she saw you for the person you were, it became easier for me to try and dump you. I didn’t need this toxic friendship. I knew no one other than you who could owe your friends $200, scream at them to the point where your friend is bawling their eyes out on your couch, continue arguing with me about how it was fair that you two could hang out without me multiple days a week and then get mad when I thought you guys didn’t like me. You completely suck.

But I thank you because if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be able to appreciate my boyfriend and my best friend as much. You showed me how a horrible person can treat a “friend” and I will never let that happen to me again. I now have the ability to be able to cut someone off if they are no good, I have a great comparison to make myself feel better. No, I do not miss you, but I do not wish hell upon you. I hope you have a great life, just far far far away from me.