I thought you were my best friend, but I can see that it was just a trick. That our friendship wasn't real. You're just as bad as the people you complain about. You don't care about me. You used my loyalty against me. You used my tolerance against me. You used my solidarity against me. You used my naivety of people to your advantage. But you didn't count on me figuring it out, did you? Despite me figuring it out too late, well, you know what they say, "better late than never". After this year, you can expect for me to walk away from the crap that you put me through. When graduation night comes rolling in, that'll be last time you'll ever hear from me. I won't stand for your manipulation anymore. I won't stand for your crap anymore. I can't stand it. It's literally draining me and I refuse to deal with you after graduation. Least you've accomplished one thing; you ruined my last year of high school. Thanks for that.
Sincerely,
The Girl Who's Sick of the Bull
