Dear Jessie,
I really thought you were my best friend in high school.
We spent a lot of time together at school and outside of school, getting into deep conversations and bonding. We'd go shopping on the weekends or chill at your house and paint and watch "Friends".
But apparently, I was wrong about you.
You cut me off as a friend freshmen year of college for no reason.
You judged me based on someone else's opinion, decision, and experience. And I wasn't even in the wrong. Adam was my boyfriend before Sierra's, and she was dating someone else anyway.
Apparently, you also spoke badly about me behind my back and had the audacity to say that I talked badly about you behind your back, when I didn't. I think the only bad thing I said was that your little sister was annoying, which you also said yourself.
I never talked badly about your religious beliefs, and whoever you heard that from was wrong. And I'm 95% sure it was Jacquie who told you or started that rumor. Come on, she tried to break you and Sierra's friendship, and everyone's friendships, because she was a petty, jealous brat and you know that!
Honestly, I think all of this was just an excuse to get rid of me and our friendship. And I think you especially did this because my mental health wasn't so great. I was depressed a lot and you treated me and my condition like a burden.
Which wasn't fair; you had depression and anxiety and I was always there for you. Never once did I treat you like a burden.
You made me out to be the bad guy Jessie. You refused to admit your own mistakes, and instead falsely pointed the finger at me.
And for that, I will never forgive you.