You’re a thief.

You’re a liar.

You’re an abuser.

You’re corrupt.

You don’t love me.

You don’t make me feel good.

You’re a murderer.

You took my best friends from me. You seduced them with your wild nights and steamy hook ups. You stole their money. You stole their dreams. You stole their bright futures. You stole their education. You stole their connections with their families. You stole them from me.

You made my best friends think that everything was okay. You made them believe that you were the answer to all of their problems. You made them believe they looked cool. You made them cry. You made them make the dumbest decisions. You made them believe you were there for them and that I wasn’t.

You abused my friends weaknesses. You abused them through their parents divorces. You abused them through break ups. You abused them when they were depressed. You abused them every chance you got.

You made yourself seem like this glorious escape that would dry all of their tears and end their pain. All those tears and pain came back to me. Whether coming from my own eyes or theirs the morning after.

You don’t love them. You didn’t listen to their problems and help them solve them. You didn’t hold them when they were crying and ease their pain away. You didn't stay up all night with them while they shook and panicked. You were just there. You took my place and didn’t do a good job. You didn’t love my friends. You used them.

You made them sick. You made them worry. You made them go against their own beliefs. You made them make bad decisions. You made them disobey. You made them become violent. You made them become physically and emotionally abusive. You made them hurt me.

You are a murderer. You murdered my friendships. You murdered my sanity. You murdered my peace. You murdered my friends futures. You murdered their faith in me. You murdered their judgement. You murdered their respect. You murdered who they were. You murdered 2.5 million people last year and one of them was my best friend.

Sincerely,

The girl who spent every night worried sick praying that the next time her phone rang it would be her best friend and not the morgue.