It's really, really sad. I can't even describe how sad it is. The reason we stopped being friends was because we were having fights over, essentially, the direction we were going to go in highschool. She wanted to be popular, I did not. So, she outed me. So I left.

She's grown a lot faker since then, and it's sad, because she is literally using the fakeness to mask her depression.

I don't know why no one else can see it, but it's blaringly clear to me. She is very, very depressed. But she masks it by pretending to be happy all the time, and posing half naked on Facebook.

I can see right through it.

I guess it's none of my business, since we aren't friends anymore, and she put me through a lot of bs.

But, it is really sad. I wish I could do something for her. But I'm not a mystical prophet who appears out of nowhere to help you find yourself.

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talk to her.. dont stop talking to her.

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I haven't really talked to her in 1 1/2 years. I talked to her a few days ago, to tell her about a club I wanted to make at school, because last I remembered, she was into it.

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talk to her.. dont stop talking to her.

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+1

Good advice.

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Quote: from jamesish at 12:33 pm on July 16, 2008

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talk to her.. dont stop talking to her.

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+1

Good advice.

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But as I said, we DON'T talk. I should just start talking to her?