See when I stop being such a control freak everything gets out of hand.

I should care that my best friend hates me, and I hate her right back. I just can't anymore. I don't have the energy, and I can't fucking deal with it. The truth is I'd rather be fighting with her because it'll hurt so much less when she moves to Georgia. Oh Tara, I can't take you right now. I can't take your accusing and yelling and freaking out at me. I just can't. I get it, your dad is a jerk. Welcome to the world where dad's suck. STFU. You /have/ to have the worst dad. I mean he talks shit about your mom, is bringing his twenty year girlfriend to the US, and hates the idea of you moving to a different region. But anything wrong with my dad is wrong, and I'm too dramatic. We all hate you because you blow us off. Actually we are done with your excuses. You don't have to lie, Tara, just say you don't like us anymore. Stop pretending. Don't complain about only having a half of summer when you want to move. Don't yell at me for you misreading Thursday for Saturday. Don't scream at me for not telling you what's happening in everyone's life when it's not my story to tell. Don't freak out just because I don't sound thrilled to speak to you.

I stopped calling because you stopped caring. I bet you didn't even notice. You don't care about us? Do you? You accused Jordan of changing into a slut when I told you what she did. Is that what friends are for?

You've changed too, Tara. Just as much as me. So maybe our new selves just can't handle each other.

And that kills me because I genuinely care about you. And I'm so scared for you because I know just how much you're not saying.

Secrets hurt. Tara. Haven't you done enough harm yet?

Just stop fucking with me because I'm done with this fake friendships. I am finished with being disposable for you and everyone else to use.

You know where to find me.