The Worst Kind Of A Best Friend

I really messed up this time. I know I always mess up but this time around, it’s different. I feel ashamed and embarrassed that I belted out my anger in public but I have to say that it feels good. But I messed up.

Claire is my best friend or used to be as of 30 minutes ago. We ate, shopped, and did a whole lot of stuff together. She was the one person in high school who saw through my introversion and helped me through a lot. Smart, vivacious, popular, Claire was the perfect high school cheerleader. Even when we got to college, she was the one people saw first, wanted to be friends with first, wanted to do stuff with first. I was in her shadow and I didn’t realize it until we graduated college. I believed that she was actually helping me out by saying stuff like…

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