Hey best friend. That's what I thought you were. I remember three years back when we could text all night I could tell youanything you could make me smile when it was the last thing I wanted to do. Then December came and you became friendswith those girls and started to ignore me and it all stated to go downhill. Any text conversation we had you turned in to a fightand you would tell me what I did wrong and you would twist my words. The guy I knew as one of my best friends wasn'tthere, he was replaced by those girls little 'puppet' who would do anything for them. They wanted me gone, so you starteddoing anything you could to make it happen. You threatened me, cut me down, and emotionally slaughtered me. You nevergave up, even after you knew the administration knew what you were doing, you would still press send, sending messagesyou knew would tear me apart. You picked a fight with me the night my best friend died! Looking back I realize you nevercared about me or being my friend. Look at me now! I'm in the happiest place, Ashley's here, Nathan, I get to see her smileagain, but it's just a shame I had to put myself here. I always wished I could tell you I never hated you, I hated what youdid….I know you can't see me, let me ask one last thing, was it worth it? Was pleasing those girls worth having to standthere now looking at a gravestone that you know is there because of what you did?