
I can't believe you lied to me repeatedly over and over about where you were going, the fact that you wanted to be alone...
I can't believe i had to accidentally read a page of your open diary to find what you had really been up to.
Did you really have to lie to me, break my heart, make me feel like the most unwanted person on the planet, so you could go to London and sell your body for sex?
Two guys, and three hundred pounds?
Do you really think that's all you're worth?
You spent it on clothes and jewelery that you didn't need. Was it worth it? Was it worth destroying every ounce of trust i had in you?
I will never love you again.
Because i know deep down, you're a filthy lying whore who would lie to their best friend for weeks on end and make her feel like shit for three hundred fucking pounds, that you didn't even need.
You disgust me.
My revenge is that you will never know.