Im keeping this here for Jershish.
This is a momento of how much hurt that she is going through and I want this to be preserved so I can show that b***h that hurt her exactly how evil she's been.
This is a momento of how much hurt that she is going through and I want this to be preserved so I can show that b***h that hurt her exactly how evil she's been.
I should have know it was bad from the start. Our whole friendship started out as a lie. She led me to believe she was someone she was not. Whilst at the same time letting me get to know the real her.
We met each other on an RP site. She was the 'owner.' She had multiple characters. Two of which I interacted with a lot. Using her male character, she let me to believe she was a boy from Scotland. On her female account, she let me know the real her: a girl from Idaho who hated her brother and wanted to get out of the house.
I thought I had two new friends.
And then the truth came out.
I don't even know if she would have told me if another girl hadn't been pondering visiting one of the 'friends' she had made. This was another one of Tiff's lies. This time, a boy from Italy. Eventually she told the other girl that there would be no boy in Italy to visit. He didn't exist. That same night, I found out that the Scottish boy never lived.
I was crushed. I cried for days, feeling as though I had lost a real friend. It was a terrible feeling. One I'd never wish on anyone.
Eventually, though, I got up the nerve to talk to Tiff again. I thought I could forgive her. I thought we could be friends if we put it behind us.
I was wrong.
A few months after she let the truth come out, Tiff lost a dear friend. She asked me to come help her through it. I said yes, borrowed my mom's car, and drove the five hours to her house. I had no money and no job to pay for the trip. And yet I went.
I stuck around for a month to help her through her pain and sorrow before I had to go home. I returned another few months later when I couldn't find a job and she offered me one.
Everything was good for a little while, but then I got the feeling that I was still there only for her. The only reason she wanted me there was so she wouldn't be alone and so she would have someone to lean on. She didn't want me there as a friend. She didn't want me there to help me with my own problems. She wanted me there to listen to her complaints and boost her ego. I just couldn't do it.
During my second month in Idaho, I became depressed. I couldn't sleep, reaching my low during a week-long insomniafest. For the first time in my life, I had thoughts of suicide. It scared me to death. And I had no one to talk to because Tiff was avoiding me. She claimed she was worried about me, but didn't do a freakin' thing about it, preferring to help the guys at work with their problems.
At one point she complained that I was "bringing her down."
b***h.
Realizing I could no longer remain in Idaho and keep my sanity and life, I returned home, intent not to speak to her again. Kinda hard not to do when all your friends converge on the same site and you're not quite ready to give it up because of one person.
Tiff didn't try speaking to me, either. Not until three months later did I receive a word from her.
She was mad at me because I didn't thank her for everything she did for me: job, place to live, food.
Thus her reason for not talking to me.
b***h.
I appologized. Explained that I hadn't been in the right mind to think of such things and thank yous. I just wanted to be home with my mommy and daddy, away from the lying and back biting.
Her reply: It was bad timing. She was too busy with work issues to deal with her friend's problems.
b***h.
What gives her the right to say that?
She freakin' went out of her way to help the guys with their problems (I realize now it's because she wanted their attention), but avoided me. She wasn't too busy to talk to them, but I freakin' chose the wrong time to get depressed. As though it was my choice.
b***h.
And yet, being the nice girl I am, I tried to be friends again. Our conversations were always strained from that point on. I couldn't trust her. Everything she wrote seemed like she was writing only what she thought I wanted to hear.
I hate how she never respected me as an individual. I'd mention that I was tempted to buy a puzzle, one of my favorite pasttimes, and she constantly had to remind me that she didn't like puzzles. She said it in such a manner that I though I should feel the same.
I also hate how she disrespected herself so much that she lost her virginity to a guy she'd met online only a week before they did the deed. That broke open another lie: she wasn't really waiting for the right person. She was just waiting for whoever would have her. And then to try and get into the guy's good graces by saying she didn't regret it?
Slut.
And the worst is that I'm worried about another friend I've lost contact with. Our times online conflict, so I don't see him anymore. And I worry about him because Tiff, thinking she was being a good friend, threatened to cut herself should he ever do the same. He always wants to cut himself, but he's scared to death of it because he doesn't want Tiff to do it. He thinks he needs her, but the truth is that she needs him. And not for friendship, but for the attention he gives her.
I really hate this. I don't talk to her anymore because of all these reasons and more, but some days I want to. I want to shove all this in her face and let her know just how much she's hurt me and many others. I want her to know that her whole life is a lie.
But I'm too scared. I've even had a few nightmares in which she chases me down, asking why I'm so mad at her, but I keep running away.
I don't even know if I should face her and tell her all this. Or if I should just forget it all.
All I know is that I want to be over her.
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How could she do such evil things?