to that special someone

If you read this, this one is for you.


The beautiful medium length brown hair with those blonde streaks flowing through it. The talent and creativity you channelled through your fingers, creating masterpieces that could captivate tough souls. The kind manner in which you behaved, yearning for some attention, love and friendship.
So I decided, why not? You seem like a great friend, and I started to talk to you. Then we met up. I learnt you weren't too happy with who you were, and you wanted to be someone else. Back then, I truly thought nothing of it. My foolish impulses, and those serenading eyes were all that mattered to me.


I should've known all of this was a lie...


You changed who you were, time after time, in the hopes of meeting new friends. Want to know why it's not working? It's because you backstab people. You lie. You betray. You ignore. You insult. You hurt. And all your ex-friends can see is that sinister smirk not daring to look back at us.


You knew what you did. Were you sorry? No. And in the last month our friendship started to dissolve, I talked to Victoria. And Ashleigh. And Cassy. And Paige. And Sousou. And Whitney. They all agreed on one thing. She just wasn't worth being a friend. She was a backstabber.


I hope your internet friends realise the truth about you. If they don't now, they will someday. And you only have yourself to blame.