Hello -
You said you enjoyed talking to me. You phrased things as though you were worried about me when I told you about my car accident. You smiled when I hugged you. And yet even now after you insisted we were friends, you, all you, I refused to name what interaction we had a friendship, I knew as much as you insisted it would still all go away. Unfortunately, I was right. Or perhaps fortunately. This shows me where your loyalties lie, and what you have for those you call friends. I'm sure there is a difference between those you call friends and those you actually consider friends. Unfortunately I was not important enough to make the latter group and had to suffer through being cut loose as part of the former group. This will be my last thought and pencil on the subject as after this I will erase what I have left of the past. This is the last I will have proof of any interaction with you. Why it is that I do not crumple and tear this up the moment I finish I am not quite sure but while my heart wishes to believe you will realize your mistake my head says this is to humiliate you and show the rest of the world how you let one person run your life and drop people carelessly as you seee fit...or as one sees fit. To let the one who runs your life attack me as such, so unnecessarily, so violently, and with you knowing there is no cause, was inexcusable. Society has a word for this, and it is whipped. If you so choose to be whipped such as this, I want no part and am glad for being cut such as this.
Left behind,
Miss Alara Stealth