goodbye old friend
I miss you. I really do. We were such great friends before you became a b**** and violated the two most important rules of female friendship.
Sometimes I think I should get over what you did to me and extend the hand of friendship to you. I know we'd never be as close as we were again, but at least it wouldn't be awkward seeing you in public.
But I just can't. You'd never think of apologizing to me, and I don't think I can have someone like you in my life.
So I guess I don't really miss you. I miss who you used to be, when you were a good friend. That version of you doesn't exist anymore, I guess.