Dear Ex-Best Friend,

At the beginning of my sophomore year, I was so nervous being the new kid at a brand new school, let alone the new kid in our living space. I know that you and the other suitemates had chosen to live together and just had to deal with me being thrown into the mix. But soon after, we had become pretty good friends.

Fall break came around, and you invited me to spend the week at your house with you and your family since you knew I was not able to travel back to my own home for the week. I truly do appreciate that. We had gotten even closer during that week and always had so much fun together.

I used to count on you to always be there for me when I needed you and you used to always have my back, just like I always had yours. For some reason, you started changing. I really can't explain it. You were just becoming different. I do not know exactly when I started noticing it but I do know that it had a major impact on our friendship.

The things that I had to say no longer mattered to you. There were nights when we were trying to figure out when to go to dollar bowling night with our other friends, but the only person who was allowed to say what time we were going or who was going was you. Did you care when I said I wanted to go but couldn't until after volleyball ended? No, you didn't care at all. And that's how it was from then on. No matter what it was, if it wasn't your idea or if you didn't have the final say on it, you ignored it and didn't care.

Oh, and I can't forget about the first and last time I asked for your opinion on a guy who you had known since the middle of your freshman year. The one who you said was a great guy and that I should go for, but then who you later said "I told you he was a bad guy" about when he started playing me like a fiddle. Correct me if I am wrong, but I am pretty sure a best friend would have actually told me the truth about him. But no, not you.

Despite all of this, I actually want to say thank you. Thank you for reminding me that people can be very hypocritical and will try to put me down sometimes in order to lift themselves up. Thank you for showing me how a best friend wouldn't act. Thank you for driving me to hang out with your other ex-best friend, because she's now one of my absolute best friends. Thank you for pushing me to a point where I actually needed to stand up for myself instead of continuing to put up with your shit. And finally, thank you for making me realize that I deserve to be treated well and deserve to have a best friend who will actually look out for me like best friends are supposed to do.

I miss all the fun times that we had together: spending school breaks together, playing laser tag and going bowling together, going out together on weekends to campus parties, and even just those times when we sat down and watched new episodes of The Vampire Diaries. But I know those times aren't coming back.

I just wish I knew what I did to deserve being treated that way...to not be treated like a friend by you, the person who was supposed to be my best friend.

I know I'll never find that out, but it's okay. Everything in life happens for a reason. If we were meant to be friends, we would have stayed friends.

Just one piece of advice: stop acting like your entitled to everything and stop treating your friends like their your bitches. That's the easiest way to lose them and end up having no one left to call a friend.

Sincerely,

Your Ex-Best Friend