This is an open letter to a friend-turned-enemy. We spent so much time together, it was almost sad. Come to think of it, it was sad. It is extremely dissatisfying to know I wasted four years of my life being there for someone who was never fully there for me. It makes me sad that it took me this long to talk about it.

For four years of high school I called you one of my best friends. You asked me for advice with the girls you were interested in, and never once thought I cared for you. I got my face shoved into every relationship you had. And the sad part is, I'm not even angry anymore, just tired.

I got tired of all of your high school drama and we haven't been in high school for years. You weren't there for me when I needed you most and nothing will ever make that Ok. Nothing will ever make better the fact that you put yourself as a higher priority than my mental health. It's ridiculous you thought I should hold you higher than myself. I was depressed because you weren't there, but I was furious with you at the same time. There was a hole in my universe from where you were just gone.

Thankfully, I found other stars and planets and suns to fill that hole. I learned that I could function. Hell, I could thrive without you. You were harder to get over than all of my ex-boyfriends put together. We even tried being friends again, but I don't think it could have ever be the same. I tried to look past all you have put me through. My mind just kept coming back to it.

They say forgive and forget, but that power has never been in my arsenal. I have never been able to forgive the wrongs that have been done to me, and if I can not forgive, then I can not forget. I'm tired. Tired of all the drama, all the lies and definitely of your gigantic ego. Everyone has their own frenemy, and I'm glad I found out about you before it got too late.