two goodbyes, two different sympathies.

I don't mention names here because the people that are meant to read these entries should always know who they are (and if they've got questions, they should ask me).

Hello, little girl. I hope that you're happy with your choices. I hope you go on to have a good life because I'm better than wishing bad things on you. I'm past that childish stage, and I know that doing that shit gets you nowhere, though I reckon you need to learn this on your own. When you get slapped in the face, that's when you'll see I was right all along. This doesn't mean I'm going to let you ride out without a nice, resounding FUCK YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON, though.

You use people. You use them for what you want and when they are no longer useful, you throw them away. The only person that stays by you is your pathetic lap dog of a best friend. That's it. No one leaves you, YOU leave EVERYONE else with stupid reasons, accusations. You're just another emo kid who thinks she knows every-goddamn-thing, but I've got news for you: you DON'T. And when reality slaps you in the face (and I'll be able to hear it no matter where I am), I'm going to say "I told you so."

Still, have a nice life. I'm not as low as you to wish you misery. That's just juvenile. How sad that you think with ideas like that in your head you could possibly win against me.

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I don't know if you'll even read this, second person who I've had to say goodbye to. I'm not mad. I'm not really upset. We hadn't really reconnected enough for any of that. I still miss the original friendship we had. Maybe we tried too soon.

I don't know why, though, but my mind tells me that had we worked a little harder on this it would have worked. I want to try, but I get the impression you don't. Maybe it's because you have so much going on. Maybe it's because you've outgrown me. I don't really know.