The Life of a Teenage Drama Queen

        You know exactly who you are, so I'm sure I won't have to spell it out. First of all, congratulations. You won, and I lost. But that's the point of the game. There has to be a winner and a loser. There is no overtime or extra innings. He chose you, not me. It is about time that you start getting that in your head. Look, you're the one that gets to hold his hand. The one who tries to make him laugh when he's upset. The one that gets to look at his beautiful face every single day. You have definitely gotten farther in a few months that what I did in a year. You  know this, so I ask, why must you be so mean? You sit only two people away from where I am and decide to talk about me. You decide to tell the others how much of a crazy person I am for loving him. However, the story is different. Your story criticizes me, but if they knew the truth about how you played me in your hands to get him. It's honestly not fair. I always thought that cheaters never win? Not the situation here.
           However, I wrote this asking you to please be more considerate of me. I know you dislike me, for reasons known I suppose. It's okay for you to dislike me, but to sit there and talk about that in front of people who I see everyday is not okay. I'm not okay, and I am a tough person when it comes to things like being talked about. I don't hate you, and I would treat you like any other person if you showed me the same gratitude. I honestly don't want to have to listen to you talk about him. I know that you're just doing that to try and make me know that he's yours. I know that you want me to break. Well, congratulations. You did it. You broke me. You win. You win everything. You have everything and more that I wish I could have.