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she was my friend...and i use was for a reason...we're not anymore because of what she did, she's a bad memory, and going back to her would only rekindle the fire that burned away the last of my happiness and childish dreams...she made me tough, and realize the deceptions of the world, now i stand on my own 2 feet as she begs for my forgiveness and friendship, i will deny her every time, i've already wasted too much time on her, and i don't plan on ever going back to her...EVER! If she's really sorry, then she wouldn't have done it, she would've stopped long before the tears poured down my cheeks, but not even then did she stop, instead of telling me sorry then, she smirked and laughed running around, while i sat there fighting the tears, she tried to take pictures of me, then, the next day, she would ask if i was alright, or if i was angry at her, i would always say i wasn't, and suck it up, and this happenned many times...let's just say i'm done, she didn't stop then, and there will always be a fear in my heart that it will come back, as long as that fear remains, i can never go back to her...idk who she is now, but i know all too well who she was...she knew me back in the middleschool days, but she didn't see me as i changed, she'd prolly think i was the same old me, but i change constantly, always gaining a new perspective on everything, that is the life of an artist, in which she was not fit to handle...