I hate how she doesn't miss me.
I hate how even though we were best friends for nine years, she can just get up and leave easily.
I hate it how I meant nothing to her.
She was the rock in my life.
She was the constant.
Then, we she decides that I'm not cool enough for her, she ditches me.
I hate it how I have to see her smug bossy face everyday.
I hate it how I actually miss her.
Even after all her betrayals.
I hate it how she's thinks she's more popular than me,
when I really am.
I hate it how I let her rule my life when I was BFFs with her.
I hate it how I hardly stood up to her.
I hate it how after every betrayal, I took her back.
I hate it how she still controls my life in a way,
I hate how I think about her everyday.
I hate how I'm crying now because of her.
I hate how I hate her, and how it doesn't make a difference.
