It's almost been a year.
A full year without talking to you.
Maybe seeing you in public with your "friends", but only from a distance, never talking.
But somehow I still stop by your name every time I scroll through my contacts.
I still see old pictures of us together when we used to have fun.
And I still hear the manipulative things you said to me to keep me away from my best friends.
But guess who's still with me now?
Guess who has helped me and been with me through every struggle since you left.
Those same friends you tried to keep away from me.
At first, I felt bad, like I was the one who was in the wrong, but now I just feel sorry for you.
I feel sorry for all the things and people you've missed out on.
So I hope your life is going well.
And I hope your "friends" are still treating you the way I apparently never could.
And I hope you're happy with your sad, seeming perfect self.
But thank you.
Thank you for dropping me a year ago because I'd never be where I am today if you hadn't.