When your situation is so unbelievably different from someone else's, it tears you apart. Or maybe rips. Or maybe just pulls, slowly. Like pulling off a band-aid, except someone who hates you is doing it excruciatingly slow, just to torture you.
It hurts. Hurts like crazy.
Especially when you've been friends with said person for nine-ish years? Awesome.
I know that this kind of thing supposedly happens to, like, everyone. But I think that subconsciously, I've been promising myself all these years that this would never happen. And BAM! It happens.
Hmmmm... Maybe that's a power that I can use to my advantage...
It kinda sorta makes me want to bawl when I realize that there is a beautiful, smart, courageous, hilarious girl that used to be my best friend... And I don't even know her anymore.
- the Not-So-Original Bethany.
