I don't know what's happening. My friends are being torn apart during this stupid fight and I feel as if I'm in the middle of the tug-of-war. I know I don't need to be involved and I'm at the end of my rope. I can't help it though. These are my best friends.
You don't know that I know you did it but I do. I know you didn't tell me because you thought I'd be mad. Well congratulations, you were right. I am mad. I'm mad because you know that I hate it and it's not good for you whatsoever. I'm mad because it's as if you feel that you have to do this. I'm mad because you just want to try it, see what it's like and then you'll never touch it again. I'm mad because if you're going to do this, you'll probably think "Oh, well that didn't kill me so why should this?" I'm mad because I know you'll never stop. I'm mad because I can't stop you.
Maybe you just have no idea how much you mean to me. The four of us went downtown, went for sleepovers, laughed, gossiped, ate junk food, traveled, walk around, spent time together. Now where have all those things gone? Do you guys realize that you are my life? You think you can just put those memories on the shelf and forget about them? Well I don't want that to happen. I don't want to get involved in this fight because I don't see which side to be on. You're both wrong, or maybe you're both right. My life is not going to be me looking at you scowl at each other. I'm not going to sit there and smile at one of you while the other stands there with no smile on her face. I'm not. I love you all too much for that to happen and I know that you love each other too, but honestly, avoiding each other isn't going to solve anything.
