Dear, so called 'Best Friend'
You...are a piece of work, you know that? I've know you since I was 9, so for about, what, 5 years? You annoy me and p*** my off more than anyone else on this earth.
You steal my stuff and clothes. I can't even buy anything nice anymore because I know you'll take it!
And, you're a selfish, mean, manipulative, immature, self obsessed, spoiled, ignorant, arrogant, brat! You're own mom tells you so!
You've anyways been mean to me(remember that one time you made fun of me to you're other friends at the park?)and only ever cared about yourself, but it's gotten to be so much worse in the last year or two.
I've tried telling you, I've given you so many chances because you're father drinks and all that crap and the fact I only had like one other friend.
Don't get me wrong, I care for you. I think you're really funny and you can be nice(sometimes). But the good has been out waying the bad for far too long.
You only care about yourself, and I know I'm not the perfect friend. But I can't stand you anymore. 90% of the time I'm with you, I want stab you. Just to shut you up.
You do things you know I hate just so you can poke fun at it and watch me freak out in anger.
Plus you've changed even more in the last few months, normally you at least have enough decency for me to hang out with you for a day or two with out getting p*****, but lately....
Like how a few weeks ago, you came over and told me you cheated on you're boyfriend and you didn't care because he "didn't talk to you as much" and "is wasn't as fun anymore" and crap like that. I never thought you'd stoop so low.
I had no sympathy for you when he dumped you. You deserved it.
I still have no clue why I'm still you're friend. If it weren't for all the fun memories we had, and the fact I'm to nice to say this to you're face, I probably would of.
I'm secretly glad we're drifting apart.