She treated me like s---. Everything was about her. She always looked down on my problems because she believes she had it worse. She only responded to my messages when she felt like it. She'd blow me off again and again and lie about the reason. Then lie again when I called her out for it. She would look at me and make comments about my acne and asked if I knew it was there, like no s--- I know. Whenever she got mad at me she would make fun of my breast size because she knew how insecure I am about it. She'd do and say things to make me feel like a lesser being. And I'm glad she's gone, because I would rather have no one than her. And I'm doing fine without a best friend. I'm joining a group and ill find someone better. I also found Queen, who is the sweetest girl ever.