Who are you?

So about 3 moths ago my bestfriend at the time moved to Sweden. She thought that she'd stay there for a year, but things didn't work out like she thought they would've. The day before she left, I told her "I know we're going to loose contact with each other. And she told me that we wouldn't. But fess what happened. We lost the contact even though I tried my best to maintain it. She just didn't seem interested. So I stopped. Suddenly I got to hear from a friend of of mine that she's coming back. I got mixed feelings like anger, confusion but mostly I felt hurt. Hurt that she didn't want me, her former bestfriend to know that she was coming back. So the first day of school she came crawling back to me. Somehow even though I didn't want anything to do with her, I kind of forgave her. We're still not best friends. I checked Facebook a minute ago and she had uploaded some photos of her posing so called "sexy-ish" infront of the camera with 5 pounds of makeup and white trash clothes. I have no idea what she's doing, I don't think she knows either... I believe this moment is going to become one of those "omg why did I do that when I was young. How embarrassing" moments when she's grown up. I just don't want her to be the caged animal in the zoo (talking about school)... Well like a Swedish saying ; the one who makes the bed, may lie down."


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