I will only say this once The Girl with Green Eyes can have her perfect life just without me to save her. I was always her hero. To her I was the perfect vulnerable girl who she could rebuke.
Am I crazy? Yes. Am I beautiful? Hell yeah! Do I need The Girl with Green Eyes? Hell no! She needs me to keep her life interesting and I am sick of her act. I always supported her at choir concerts, musicals and recitals. She always forgot that I existed until we started praying together and singing in praise band together. I am not the only crazy one in the friendship. She abandons anyone who sins more than she does. She patronize and Christianize anyone she can't control. She got a rare cancer while I was in college. She once told me how her doctor visits went.
She never gave up her ego, envy, selfishness and jealousness so she isn't perfect. She wonders why she is empty when she should be wondering why she gave up on people who could have redeemed her. Checkmate princess.