She used to be my friend. Whom I slowly grew to hate. Imprudent, childish, explosive, crybaby who never admitted her mistakes.

I hated how she treated everyone. She invited herself to reunions, and when somebody else invited her somewhere extra guests appeared thanks to her. She never asked for permission to bring more people.

She never did her work, when she did it, it was badly made. Dennise believed herself friend of everyone. She was a copycat. She lived in delusions and was awfully rude to couples or gay lovers.

It was impossible to like her.

Yet, she still believed I was her friend. It’s sad, really...but sometimes I envy how easily she slips into this bubblegum pink world where everyone loves her.

I wish I could do the same.