I do not understand.

I do not understand at all.

Why is it that all the people I believe to be good, are never what they seem? I was your friend - one of few, yet you make no apparent effort to be the same for me.

I had even defended you against one of my loves, and to what avail? Nothing. I feel as if I had been used by your plastic falsehood - your fake smiles and truthless words.

You are not the girl I had grown fond of those three years ago. She is gone, lost among the folds you wished away, and suffocated by the colors plastered onto your face. You destroyed that good-natured girl and for what? To become a popular barbie doll? Honestly, I must confess: that goal is completely reversed. The truth? You are hated, despised, detested.

But, I do not hate you.

I fear for you.

If you will not make the same effort to be a friend, I have no more need for your love - it can be given to another.

I have but some good advice.


Good luck with the Queen.