I tried to believe that what the people were saying wasn’t true. I tried to defend you. I thought you were different from the description given. He told me not to be friends with you, he warned me. I’ve heard of you as the skank, the slut, and the one nobody cares for. I tried to care for you. I don’t like people who lie about being my friend, neither do the people around you obviously. I don’t like how you think you can bitch at me but then you get at me for being a bitch to you. It’s ridiculous and definitely an uneven relationship strategy. I understand why you fuck around. I truly understand. I think you need a better home life. I tried to make things better for you. But now I just feel bad for myself thinking that you’d be appreciative. Looks can be deceiving. And they were.