Dear my ex best friend,

yo, i never use yo with anyone else because this was our thing, it hasn't been long since we last texted but it has been long enough, we used to talk for hours, i used to pour my heart out, you used to make me feel better, tho i always felt like i was making a fool out of myself, being the smaller person here but i didn't mind it much because i loved you and looked up to you, the last time we talked, i poured my heart out about the struggles i face every day and you dismissed me....lol, i was born that way you know? it's in my blood and sweat, how can i not talk about it, i see it every day, i experience it every day, but you made me feel all the things i never felt when i was connected to you, weren't you supposed to wish me my birthday soon? it's close, will you not make the hand drawn cake for me this year? i still have it in my stickers, you always make me cry, it's unfair, did you ever cry for me? i always knew deep down i care too much, i said you're my favorite person and maybe you were forced to say it back, or how you rarely said compliments back to me, how you didn't text me first anymore, how you ignored me for a week or two so easily, how you never apologized, am i making it worse in my head or was i blind all this time, i always came back to you, because you're all i had....close to a real brother, feels worse than a break up, was it all made up? tell me it was, i want to hate you so i can just move on quickly, i reached out, for closure, hoping you would've changed even if you ignored and avoided me for a month like i don't exist, how easy is it for you hamster, to act like i am so easy to be over with, because i won't let you become another trauma of mine, i've got enough haven't i? i always tried to fit in because you made it look like "oh maybe i must've done something", now that i look back, i see how changed of a person i was with you, i talk how i talk with you, do you too? or was it just so easy to end, i see how you're online, so am i, waiting for you to type, even if you say "i don't like you anymore, let's not be friends anymore", but give me a answer, or do you enjoy hurting me so much, why do you make me cry so much hamster, i don't want to hate you, you're the first and last man who made me cry, and i hate myself for letting you do that to me.