*WARNING: there are some cuss words*

Based on a real story of my experience of my first high school drama.

 Is popularity really that important to you? 

You’ve changed, you became so cruel...so fake. I stopped being friends with you for a good reason, I don’t want to be around you attention seeking whores. You were only so cruel because you were jealous. You were so jealous of a girl who was with a guy you liked. What kind of reason is that to be so wicked to someone? The things you said to her behind her back were just so horrible. You were so mean to her because you were jealous of what she had that you didn’t. 

Jealousy is like a disease, get better soon.

 You don’t know what she has dealt with at home, you haven’t experienced what she has. 

Actions hurt but words hurt more. 

 I’ve made the right decision of ending our friendship. You don’t deserve anything for treating people like garbage. You call me a fake friend but clearly you don’t know the definition of that. But how am I fake, I did the right thing. I defended someone who you were pretty much bullying because I knew what you did wasn’t right. You’re not a little kid anymore, can’t you use your brain and think about others instead of just yourself.

 I remember I couldn’t take all the pressure from this drama. I wanted to stop going to school, I wanted to move away...I wanted to die. It was too much for 9th grader me. 

At the time I only had one friend but she had a boyfriend at the moment and did everything with him. I felt really lonely, I had no one. I spent most of my time alone in the hallways or library. I remember how happy I was before this all started.