Once when I was 11, I had a best friend.
We lived in the same apartment.
We watched Power Puff Girls together.
We exchanged shoes when going to school because we thought it was cool.
We talked of how popular we would one day become and spent our lunch money on ice cream.
She snitched on me once and I got punished.
I forgave her though.
I had no other best friend.
She pulled my hair once because I didn't wanna share my gum with her.
I wanted to slap her but I didn't.
I had no other best friend.
The popular older girls in school liked her more because she was funnier.
Even my crush liked her because their names resembled.
I was just her shadow.
Unseen.
Insignificant.
When we turned 12, she moved to Los Angeles with her family.
She didn't say goodbye because there was no need for it.
She wasn't gonna see me again anyway.
I wasn't her true friend anyway.
She had no time for me anyway.
I was a petty girl who she pushed around anyway.
I wasn't mad though.
In fact I went to that weirdo and told her she was a bitchy friend, hollow and mentally slow.
Her nose looked like a stretched dildo.
And her skin was stretchy like a pizza dough.
I know that was a low blow.
But fuck her though.
