I should probably say up front that this is not me reaching out again. I tried to be friends with you so many times, and each time you blew me off like I wasn't anyone you ever cared about. This right here is my letter to you to make sure you know why I will always regret being your friend. I'm not mad at what you did to even start this whole ordeal. I don't even care about that. Life happens and sometimes it's a fiasco and we all make mistakes. What makes me mad is how you acted after.
You sat there, pretending it hurt you, pretending you wanted to make it right. If you wanted to make us work, you would've talked to me. But that's not the end of this. You then decided to pretend I didn't exist. After you stabbed me in the back, you turned your head every time we passed by me. You didn't answer my texts, you made it seem like you were mad at me. Which, let me tell you sweetheart, was an unexplainable thing after you broke every promise someone makes when you say you're "best friends".
Then summer came and I thought we were adults, but I'd forgotten you're as mentally mature as a 10 year old. I asked you to forget this, to put everything behind us so we could be at least civilized, and not this middle school "you don't exist to me" bull you were pulling. You sat there and turned the cards. You turned yourself into the victim when you were the one who went behind my back. You did one of the most unforgivable deeds, and here you were, pretending I hurt you. You had the balls to ask me "why should I trust you when you don't trust me?" This is why I'm mad. Because, after owning up to the fact that you were wrong in this, you went and played the victim to me. The only victim out of this whole situation. And I was fucking willing to forget it all.
But not after this. No. The first thing you should know about me is I hate it when people pretend nothing that happened was their fault like this after they've even admitted they were wrong. So when you sat there and conciously wrote that I was in the wrong, I was done. You lost be completely. After creating a situation that was completely avoidable if you'd just talked to me in the first place, you then continued, after owning up to it, to pretend it wasn't your fault.
Now I just wonder how I didn't see how fake and self righteous you thought you were from the beginning. No wonder you don't have many friends since you literally fuck over everyone you meet. I want to say in this situation, like in most of the ones I've written, that I wish you the best and that you'll learn one day, but honestly I don't. I may be petty for this, but you almost ruined what's been the best thing going for me so many times since then. You made me second guess everything all over again. I know this isn't right, but I hope you know that if this continues, you're going to burn one day. But luckily, not by me.