You probably won't realize this is about you when you see this. But I want you to know I don't hate you anymore, and that takes a lot for me to say after all that you did to me. You made me think I was the crazy one.

When I met you, we clicked instantly. I didn't see through the front you put up. Maybe you truly didn't mean to hurt me at first, maybe you did. I don't know. You gained my trust and introduced me to your friends as I introduced you to mine. As our friend groups meshed together, you started treating me differently.

You started sending me pictures of all of you together without inviting me. I brushed it off at first, thinking maybe you thought I was busy. However, it started to be an everyday thing. One day, after I was tired of feeling left out, I asked you why you didn't ever invite me to hang out with the friends I introduced you to. You said that you shouldn't feel obligated to ask me to come just because everyone else was hanging out. That it's okay to hang out with my friends and not invite me. That sometimes, you just want to hang out without me.

I was confused. I tried to stay in touch with the friends I introduced you to, but they acted colder and more distant with each phone call or text. I got tired of feeling like the odd one out. I confronted you. You said to come over and we would talk about it, so I did. I wanted to get it over with so we could all be friends again. I honestly didn't know what I did to you, why you took my friends from me and convinced them I was "fake," "annoying" and "bossy." I had always cared about you and them, even through this.

Little to my surprise, when I came over to talk to you, the friends I introduced you to were sitting in there with you. I walked up to the only chair left in the room that you purposely set up directly across from you and all my friends, as if it was judgement day and I was a sinner.

I sat in the hot seat while all of you stared at me. You began telling me how I was a bad friend, how I got jealous too easily, how I was not worthy of even being in your presence, that you were being nice by even inviting me over to tell me all the reasons you didn't like me. Then my friends started saying the same things you were. It was like you brainwashed them into believing I was out to get you all.

I left that night with no problems solved, no questions answered, but with tears in my eyes and confusion in my mind. I was so upset, and I truly thought I was in the wrong. That's when I decided to tell my roommates what happened, and they looked at me like I was crazy for letting me believe that I did something to you. They said you were the jealous one, the mean one, the bossy one. That you were trying to take my friends from me and you felt threatened by my presence. They said that the only way you knew how to deal with feeling threatened was to push me out of the group, to isolate me.

I started rethinking things. I was not the crazy one. I did nothing wrong. You created scenarios and ideas in your head to make it easier for you to believe I was a bad friend. You called me later to apologize, and I accepted, but I wasn't your friend anymore.

Over the next few weeks, the friends I introduced you to came to me privately and told me that they missed me and that they didn't mean what they said, that you convinced them I was doing them wrong. They said they learned you are the crazy one, the over-dramatic one. Since we had been friends for so long, I accepted their apologies and things have been okay since then.

I still see you on campus sometimes, walking to class or going to lunch. For the longest time, I hated you. I hated you for trying to hurt me and take my friends from me. But, I learned that hating you wouldn't let me go back in time and fix what happened. I decided to move on and forget that it ever happened, that once we were so close that I felt like I could tell you anything. I'm not bitter, I'm not mad, I just don't wish to try and fix a friendship with someone who was never really my friend in the first place.