"I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind. I'm building a sill to slow down the time"

My last post to you, once, an old 'friend.'

To see that you've deleted me from facebook has left me feeling almost indifferent, I knew it was only a matter of time.
It's stupid really that that's what society has driven us to do once we fall out of touch with someone. We don't just drift apart, we delete each other! So dramatic! A little unspoken battle as to who will do it first...I mean, I know we haven't spoken for many months. And to be honest she was one of the main reasons I avoided going on there for my own use, hated the idea she'd be spying on me and my life, using my achievements as benchmarks for her to beat and rub into my face.

Now I know, wholeheartedly, that I am much happier for not having you in my life. But there's a bit of me that's sad that it had to be so childishly done. I am also sad that I never did get around to telling you how I really felt about you, and how you nearly drove me to insanity. It would truly destroy you. I know now you probably tell everyone that I'm a bitch, but you'd never think I would have it in me to be so angry. But, in many ways, you really made me change and develop into the person that I am today. Just like a relationship I suppose, I learnt how to curb my anger, frustrations and worries to others whilst you went on completely oblivious and utter self-absorbed. I would wish you luck with your future, but I don't think you deserve it. You're mother will do all the hard work getting you anywhere with any credibility and you'll be just as unpleasant as always and will surely alienate everyone you endeavour to meet. If you do manage to wangle your way into the fashion industry, you'll be that individual that everyone hates and will do anything they can to avoid you. They'll see through you just as I do now, and always have done. I'm sure everyone else knows it too, but feel just as sorry for you as I did and still do now. So this is my way of saying goodbye to your memory and I hope, to never have to come across you again. And if I do, I will look straight through you.



This is life is, I have grown to learn. That people in life come and go. The people that leave are just making room for those who will be much more special.

Life is too short to look back in anger.