Dear Shiloh;
Honestly? You have changed *SO* much, I don't really care if we're friends ever again. I miss the Shiloh who used to wear weird ass outfits and beat me with spoons and do all this crazy shirt with me. Now? You constantly think of what people think of you, and getting in "trouble". And no, I didn't ever fuck you over. I did what I thought was right, by not lying to one of my best friend's face. Obviously you think I'm a bad person or some shit like that, just because I'm not as sheltered as you were. Just please stop talking shit about me and my best friends.


Regards,
Lyndsey.