Worse Than Before

Now, you're worse. Worse than before. How did this happen? Just, how? Don't you realize what you're doing? Do you think I'm happy with this- you displaying in public your affection? So you think you'll not get caught? As if. 

Choosing him over your friends. That's nice. Very nice in fact. 

Believe in or not, I sometimes wish you were never my friend. Seriously. You're becoming like a total bi-atch. Sorry for the word, but it's the truth.

I hope you'll realize what you think is right, is wrong. All wrong. I hope you know everything he does when you're not around.

The End

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