I was toxic, she was toxic. Our friendship was toxic everything was toxic. But we still had fun and shared amazing memories. But we grew apart. Different mindsets. Different likes. Different visions. We couldn't handle each other's opinions. I feel like I mistreated her a lot, but she did too. The only difference is that I admitted when I was wrong but she never admitted. I don't even realize she acknowledged when she was wrong. She always makes everything seem like she did the right things and that only she's oppressed, without realizing that she's the oppressor. I hate her like strongly do. But I hate myself too..