I wish you could look at the mirror,
and see what you’ve become.
Everything I thought you were,
are going, going, gone.
I can’t believe at one point in time,
I thought you were a friend.
There are times when I would miss you,
that’s pathetic, sad – I know.
But please don’t be mistaken,
I’d still rather see you go.
I hope you see me now,
see how happy I have been.
I hope you feel the jealousy
I felt when you were with him.
But then, I wouldn’t want that
because then I’d be like you.
So since I’m happy with my life,
I hope that you are too.
Oh, this girl. I’ve had a few girl friends who turned on me throughout elementary and high school but this girl is the only one who I’m still not friends with today. Out of all of them, she was the one I became the closest to. She also happens to be the one who was seemingly out to get me the most. Basically, the story was she liked a guy who liked me, so she gave the guy an ultimatum – if he dated me, their friendship would be over. The guy chose me and we eventually stayed together for 5 years (he’s the guy from the previous dusty notebook entries). That was at the end of our second year in high school. Third year high school was when our publicized feud began. That was the first and only time I’ve had a hate blog dedicated to me and it was pretty interesting. And I have to say that it really did hurt. Back then, I wasn’t the kind of person that I am now. I was the typical high school kind of shallow and was easily affected by the things people said about me.
I wish I could say that I was as mature as what I wrote made me seem, but that would be a lie. Prior to writing that, I did have my moments. I subtly pulled my ex boyfriend away from her because he was still friends with her then. I played the part of the betrayed friend really really well, sometimes too well. And, although I didn’t put up a hate blog, I did write some awful things about her, so did all my other friends.
I’m not proud of it now, especially the fact that all this started because of a boy, but I’m not going to hide it either. I’m pretty sure we all have our Mean Girl moments in high school.