The Backstabbers

A monologue by me to my so-called friends:

I have know ya'll almost my whole life. We have been friends for as long as I can remember and we have been best friends for about 2 years now. But since the beginning of this year I felt I wasn't of any more service to you guys. You told me nothing was changing I just was imagining things. Then the summer came we all got really close even found out one of you like me, but school was about to start, which meant band Tuesday Night Rehearsals were going to start again. That meant no more church for me on Tuesdays. But this never bothered anyone last year or the year before. But for some reason it mattered to you three. For on one night one of you decided to call me and tell me God wasn't first in my life. But how could you know? Huh? Just because I wasn't at church on Tuesdays it meant God wasn't first in my life...whatever! Oh, but you didn't stop torturing me, you had to bring another into the picture. Soon you and her called me to start chewing away pieces of me and eating it as if it was dessert. I should've hung on you guys, but my nieve self, stayed on the line and took what ya'll said. But I learned from that mistake. The next day, I talked to the third person in ya'll's little triangle. I asked her if she agreed with what ya'll had said to me the night before, she said she did. That really made me mad. But you knew it made me mad so you apologized just to stop me from being mad anymore. Now it's too hard to deal with, like yesterday for instance, Sunday November 28 2004, after church I asked her where ya'll were going, she said Tias and at that moment the two of you walked off and everyone left me, so the whole youth went except me, which is fine because I am gonna be the loner now. I am not gonna put up with anymore of ya'll's crap, I am sick of it. What makes me sick is the way one of the girls acts, she is such a snob, she always wants someone to feel sorry for her or she constantly complains and is always getting mad at the little stupid things. Well here's a present from me to you: Get over yourself, stop making everyone crumble beneath your feet. You're not better than anyone else and neither am I. Just stop trying to be a miss priss, ok, it's old. I leave with saying that I am sick of what ya'll are doing and saying to and about me, I just won't be with ya'll anymore if ya'll keep this going, so for now, I guess it's means goodbye.