| I, Aimee Weber, Officially declare myself free from you. I can't handle the way you treat me anymore. You say you want to be friends, but how can you say that if you can't let go of what I did? Why? Why do I let you talk to me like that? Why do I let you use me as your doormat. Why am I still talking to you? I don't deserve to be treated like that. I'm not your toy anymore, I never will again.... I hope. Why is it that I'm always the manipulative one? Don't you see how you always manage to make me feel like shit? Don't you see how many times you've nearly made me cry? Well guess what. You will never see me cry. I won't give you that satisfaction of knowing you can do that. You see this as a power struggle, cause you think you're in.... I shoved you out. You didn't know it was happening. But I did it. Now it's just me and I can wage my war much better now. You said you were on my side.... no you weren't... Ebony is on my side, Kristen is on my side... even Will is more on my side than you. Why must you insist upon being such a prick to me? I know what I did... but you need to forgive me.... get over it. Today I'm really having one of my days, where I despise you. I have days though, where I wonder how I could have ever let you go. But god I'm glad I did. Do you really think I care to know what goes between you and your new girl? I really really don't, but perhaps that's why my best friend won't talk to me. What did you tell him? How much did you tell him? Is that why he won't even write me? I have my suspicions, but rest with ease, because my questions will never be answered. Aren't you proud of yourself? I lost my best friend... maybe it was you. Maybe it was him, and maybe it was me. Why can't you grow up some? Sure you're legally an adult... but look at you. You can't sit there and justify your third grade actions by saying 'She deserves it' It only helps prove my point. Why can't I allow myself to get really angry at you? Why must I type up my anger on an absurd webpage? Because I'm scared of you? Most likely. I'm terrified of you. What you'll say to me. How you'll tell me I should feel... I've essentially tried to delete you out of my life... I don't even think about you everyday anymore. So I've decided it's time I declared myself free of you. Free of your insults Free of your biting remarks laced with a vendictive nature. Free of you, because if this is what being your friend means. I don't want it. But I know it's not what it's supposed to feel like... Stop hurting me. |