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tw abandonment, fake friendship

a***r. i'm ready to forgive you. it's been 2 years and it's time for me to move on. but what you need to know is how bad you hurt me. the day i found out how you had been treating me behind my back hit like a truck. i was crushed, devestated. i was so happy with you. we were great friends, but you also had to be friends with them. they hurt me too and you did nothing. you sat there and watched her bully me and even rip up the drawing i made. i feel like they influenced you to do the things you did to me. i think you mean well, but you're going in the wrong direction. it's my fault too, for getting so attached to people. im sorry.

is my v3nt really that awful :/

@blebble_toof: fr

TW: abandonment, bullying

why? what was it that i did that made me deserving of being replaced? im sorry. for whatever it was. but you hurt me. you hurt me more than i thought i could be hurt. you took a child who never really had friends and pretended to be friends, only to drop them when they no longer served you any use. you stood by and watched all of those people ridicule me, hurt me, and when i called out to you, when i asked for your help, you stared. you swore to me, you promised-you promised-you'd never let that happen to me. when i told you id stand by you no matter what happened, i meant it. when you said the same thing, i guess it was a lie. just sweet words to keep me around to take the punishment for your actions. i ruined my friendships just to keep you around. because you threatened to leave me. you threatened to leave when i did something you didnt like, when i hung out with my other friends. when i tried to help you, tried to make you feel better, you just warped my words, turned me against myself. and after all of this, you left me. you replaced me while i was still there. and you hurt the one who you replaced me with. and you hurt our other friend. leaving you was the best and worst thing i had to do. i was and am terrified of moving on with my life, because you could be there. you could remember me. you could torment me even more. but i cant let you hurt me anymore. youll still be there, in my memories, and youll still be a sore spot. because some wounds heal and never leave any trace, and some wounds leave their scars. but you wont continue to bleed. so i guess this is goodbye. i hope youre doing better now.

TW: religion, adults, death, manipulation

you know what? fuck you. you knew better than to do what you were doing. you were an adult and i was a child. we were all children. you hurt me. you made me doubt everything i knew. you used my anger, my frustration, for your own gain. you even admitted it, to other adults who got it back to my parents, that you did what you did to make me upset, to get me passionate, in order to use that to make others talk. you told me you thought i was bright, that i had a future, then turned against me. you took my words-the words i wrote for you because you asked me to, because i wanted to write about this-and you claimed them as your own. you know, plagiarism is a crime, right? i could take you to court. but im not. not because im not angry, not because it doesnt mean that much to me, but because i was and am a legal child. not only that, but you knew that the others, who were you younger than me, had been raised not to know or understand anything other than this religion. they were taught not to question god. and you used that against them. you, who was supposed to teach us, instead used that against us and scared us into believing. i dont know how you got it into your mind that it was a good idea to tell 12-year-olds that they were going to die, that everyone they loved was going to die, within a week, and the only way to save themselves from burning for eternity was to believe in god. newsflash fucko, it was the worst thing you could have done. you do remember those kids crying, being terrified, those babies you fucking traumatized, right? you remember how they came over to me and hid, how they held onto me for dear life, the way sobbed and said that they didnt want to die, right? i hope you do. i hope it haunts you to your grave. i hope you have to attone your your crimes. im glad youre gone. dont come back.