What the Hell.

Stop calling yourself a friend. It's getting really old and pathetic now. Have fun with your new friends and the secret life you're leading.
You forget where you came from; you forget that you were once on the back burner to the popular kids. You forget that you were the awkward child who didn't talk to boys. All because you just got beautiful, stop looking at me like I'm some creature. I'm tired of you. And take that attitude and shove it up your ass; you complain about her talking about her butt, yet that's all you do now. And you're not fat so stop trying to get sympathy from guys. We're the same size, and I'm shorter than you. So what the hell does that make me? You're words don't criticize yourself as much as they hurt me.
Stop being so damn selfish for 2 seconds and realize that you're becoming a self centered, egotistical bastard.
 You're some sort of monster. Who the hell are you now?

How could you?

"Did you get Jack's text?"
"No."
"Oh."

Two weeks ago, Jack, you and I had a heart to heart. I told you how much I missed talking to you and that you were my best friend. I thought you would actually care when I said that. Apparently not.
So, you can complain to me and talk  to me whenever you want, and I get repaid with being left out of plans. I used to be a part of those once too. I used to be the one sitting with you alone until everyone else came.
What happened?
You were the one who always kept me up when all those boys kept missing to catch me. This time, you're the one throwing me down.
Why?
It's not even a big deal, but I know that this is the first of many. I know you've made plans without me before, but to invite my best friend and not me? How low. You're leaving in September; I thought we would cherish these last few months together. I guess not.
You hurt me more than anyone, and you don't even know, let alone care. Actually, you do know. That makes it even worse.