that we were good friends. That we had each others backs. That we were honest with each other. When it became clear that you were just using me to get to my other friends, it broke my heart. Blaming me, the pretty white girl who always stood by you, for every little bit of racism that ever came your way. Blaming me when the man that you wanted didn't want you back. Blaming me for my sudden, unexpected popularity in our school. Your jealousy, insecurity, manipulation, and lies ruined our friendship, broke my heart, and made me mistrustful. I was nothing but a good friend to you and you took me for granted, used me, projected your shit onto me, and did your best to grind me under your heel. And you don't understand why I don't want anything to do with you ever again? Why I cut you out of my life? Do you have amnesia? Or did you just think that I'd never learn? I hope someday that someone that you love and trust does everything to you that you did to me. Maybe then have a clue.
The Georgia Straight: A 50th Anniversary Celebration Book
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