at first i just blew it off. but it's getting to me now.

don't say hi to me in the hall after you speak badly about me when you think i'm not listening. i'm always listening. if you knew anything about me, if you were as good of a friend to me as you think you are, you'd know that i'm always listening.

don't try to corner me and yell to the world that i am rude and that "i shouldn't treat my friends this way." i'm rude? i'm treating my friends badly? hardly. you're the ones that spoke badly of me to my face in the first place. but i wont be a hypocrite, i've talked about you two as well. and i'm willing to bet it's not the first time you've both talked about me.

but i've confided in both of you in the past. even though i always subconciously realized your extreme selfishness, i have trusted you. i've not trusted you to always be there for me, but maybe to just accept me as who i am. i was your friend. i dissaprove of what you do in your life, but i only talk about it so that i can try and make some sense of it. when i've talked about her relationships, it's been because i wanted to help her, not harm her.

i think what hurts the most is that you laughed. you lauged at what you were saying about me.

and that kills me.