I did not cry because i felt bad for the thief.
I did not cry because i felt sorry that she got caught.
I cried because i was genuinely hurt by the betrayal of someone i thought was a friend.
I cried because i sincerely wanted to understand why what happened happened.
And i know i seem wimpy and weird to everybody else and im sure that everybody else is fucking right cos, after all, every body else IS in my shoes. And I’m sure that the thief is probably snickering somewhere telling people "hey, you find maite alvarez and make her believe that you're her friend and then you steal from her cos she's the one who ends up crying pare"
IF SHE THINKS THAT THAN THATS HER PROBLEM.
THATS WHY SHE'S THE CHEAP SLUT THAT SHE IS!
AND IM NOT GONNA FEEL BAD ABOUT MYSELF BECAUSE I DONT MEASURE UP TO HER STANDARDS (OR OTHERS FOR THAT MATTER) OF WHAT A VICTIM SHOULD OR SHOULD NOT DO.
Im not letting her get away with anything. Forgiveness is one thing but justice is another.
I will make sure that she pays for what she did one way or another (and i just dont mean financially.)
I will not trust her again.
I cannot be her friend anymore.
i do feel bad and will continue to feel bad about the loss of a friendship that i thought was real. And, you know what, this may not even be the last time I cry about it.
SO FUCKING SUE ME!