A Letter to My Fake Friend

Dear Life Ruiner

Hi, it’s me the one that you decided to screw over for another boyfriend or friend you have. I get it, life caught up to you and you realized that I no longer should be apart of it. Despite the taxing hours spent with you through your mental breakdowns, boyfriend issues, breakups, and school, you decided that I was no longer a “cool” enough pal to parade around with at your parties that you love to attend so much. Being fake and social climbing was the two friends you wanted to make. I am truly glad you have found those two, but do not come running to me when drama starts to show up.

I realized that drama is your bestfriend. You have stuck with drama for the last five years when you wanted to be apart of the popular crowd or whatever that means in highschool. Caring about what others think about you and not about the ones that genuinely love you. Drama whispers into your ear about that one girl that tried to ruin your relationship with your boyfriend or that time when a rumor went around that you threw up in that one frat in front of all the boys. It follows you like a shadow causing sleepless nights and anxiety attacks. The perfect trifecta of drama, attention, and fakeness haunt your every move to the point where it blinds you from adulthood and college.

Remember that time you peaked in highschool? Yeah, no one does. But you know who does? You. So you like to remind everyone through your snapchat stories, social media, and even in person about how great that charity event you held was or how skinny you were during track season. However, as you drone on and on about the achievements you made in highschool and how many people raved about you, life and responsibility seems to zoom right past you. Next thing you know, you have fake friends that only care for your looks and you realize a deep emptiness inside of you. It’s not the meals you skipped or the workout you just had, but the emptiness of loveless and shallow friends that never cared to listen to one story or one mental breakdown. You know who really cared? The real friend that sat back in the shadow that you put aside because you knew that I would always be there. Well, you were wrong. The moment I got one moment of attention, you got jealous and spread rumors to suppress my growth in society. Calling me names and making up stories about me, but never understanding the genuine love the real friend had for you.

This is not a letter to get back at you to say “Ha! You suck” but to tell you that I hope you realize what you have done and that I hope you change. From the lessons you learned, I hope that one day you, too can be a real friend to someone.

Best,

That One Friend you lost.