So you know those people telling you that sugar is evil? That sugar is addictive, that sugar will destroy your bones, your teeth, your entire body? Right, we’ve all heard it. Let’s talk about why sugar is more important than you think.
Have you ever heard of the term cellular respiration? …
I did and I’m hardly ever active but there have been recent events that drew me back.
How could you? I remember the night spent crying because we were ‘too different to be friends’
That was something I found beautiful about our friendship. Something I loved. Something you apparently thought was destructive. I remember how hurt I was. I loved you so much, I really did. I would have done anything for you. Anything to protect you. But something broke that night. A bond was severed. You crushed my fucking heart. I couldn’t breathe through my sobs.
You talked to me after he spoke to you. You told me we could be friends again if I educated myself. I agreed, but it wasn’t the same. A deep trust had been severed that night and that is something I will never ever forgive you for.
From that point on, I no longer cared about a lot of things.
The lead-up to that second fight was fucking hell. I still loved you, but I saw my loyalty being repaid with apathy. I was so fucking hurt and I felt so absolutely lost. I cried so much because I could feel you slipping away. I bent rules for you. I did so many things for you. I always forgave you, but I knew it was over.
This time I didn’t cry. I was done crying. I wasn’t surprised at all that you would drop me again after the first time. Then your friend got into it. She yelled at me for fucking 40 minutes about how I was such a terrible friend.
Me? A terrible friend? I really wish you would just come out and fucking tell me what I did to be seen as so terrible.
The fact that you let that happen let me know that you didn’t give a shit about me anymore. And it was done.
You hurt me so much, and I will never ever forgive you for that. I hate you so much. I’m fucking crying while writing this, but you’re not worth my tears.
I remember when she told me she couldn’t believe I was friends with such a bitch. I stood up for you. When it came time for you to stand up for me, you didn’t. That’s when I knew I was past done with you.
I don’t even know what to say anymore. I say a lot of things just to piss you off because I’m filled with so much fucking resentment towards you. Is there a part of me that still loves you? Sure there is, but it’s being suffocated by all of the hurt you caused me.