I know what your doing this exact moment. Sitting at your computer reading this story. And your thinking “Is this one about me?”. Just so you know, it IS about you. Every thing has been about you. My waisted time has been dedicated to you. My broken heart has been dedicated to you. This ficlet has been dedicated to you. Yes, we may appear to be friends. And yes, we are friends. But won’t you don’t know is what lies inside. I know somewhere deep inside I hate you. I know somewhere deep inside you know that I’m writing about you. You’ve cause me pain and tears and an ever-lasting head ache of pure agony. No, I’m not going to say it’s your fault. But yes, you are to blame. You think we’re right on track but boy are you wrong. You think your being the greatest friend but BOY are you wrong. I hope you can stop and think of what you’ve done to me. Think about what you have said. Think about what you have done. Think about how I feel, this time. And yes, so you know this one is about you. You know it, too. You do.