Dear _,
You've changed too much. You've gone from someone who was sweet and caring and was there for people to someone who outright ignores people like me for no fucking reason. You've basically become the majority of the tribe; ignorant to anyone who isn't in there. And I thought you were different; I thought you were special. I thought you wouldn't change. Look at you know. You can't tell me that what you're putting me through is the right thing to do, can you? You can't tell me that I did something wrong when I scanned our old messages and I did nothing wrong - nothing to cause you to ignore the fact that I'm alive. Perhaps you want me to suffer, perhaps you want me to cease to exist. Well, guess what pal - I can't. As much as I want to, I can't. And you probably know that. But you've made me break the promise I made you; not to cut. Congrats! What you've done is now scarring my arm for life. Good job, I hope you're happy.
You telling people I'm manipulative, that I'm the liar, is bullshit by the way. You know that, don't you? You just wanted to follow in someone's footsteps down Talk-smack-about-others Lane.
I'm honestly starting to regret hoping you'd always be there for me, like you told me you would. I can't believe I actually fucking believed you.
Dear anyone who wants to beat me for saying that,
Don't bother. What you say doesn't get to me.