Best Friends Are Not Forever

Right in my own backyard, my supposedly BFF, had betrayed me. I could feel the knife being wedged deeper and deeper in my back with every second that went by. Nevertheless, the sound of my heart breaking made it even worse. It’s not like it was forgivable at all, cause it wasn’t. Most of all, it wasn’t forgettable. You see, forgivable mistakes stab you with a sharp knife. That way it will happen fast be over with fast, and there’s not as much pain. But unforgivable, they’re a real bitch! They stab you with an old rusty, dull as hell knife that has just been used for cutting a fresh, juicy lemon. You see, she had done the worst thing a best friend could do. She had slept with my boyfriend while he was passed out on the couch at a frat party! It’s not like it’s his fault, he was drunk as a skunk and on the verge of being out cold. I’m kind of glad he was though, because if he wasn’t, I would have two knifes wedged in my back.