So I was looking at my old posts..
The angry ones directed towards that “best friend” made me LOL. Mostly because..from September to this exact moment, I feel the exact same way. I’ll add to it though. You have a boyfriend, that’s awesome, so do I. You think it’s perfectly okay to talk shit to him..about me and then deny it when I bring it up to you. That’s nice. I haven’t been able to figure out exactly how your brain works..but our situation reminds me of that Spongebob Episode where Patrick copies Spongebob? Yeah, irony. I know you probably don’t mean to..but even your boyfriend’s noticed the crazy similarities between you and I recently. Once of us has changed..and it hasn’t been me. You can deny it all you want, but when you look in the mirror, you’lll see how much you’ve changed. Actually, yeah, I have changed but for the better. You? Your change has been for the worse. You’re ignorant, annoying, insecure and to be blunt, an attention whore. You’ll do anything for attention. To you attention is attention; positive or negative, it’s still attention. That’s not how normal people think. I hope one day, soon, you’ll realize how fed up everyone is with your bullshit. Save yourself, please. You’re pissing us all off.
If you can wait til I get home, then I swear come tomorrow this will all be in our past.
So, um, hi. Today was so much fun..not. My earrings are infected, I have swollen lymph nodes (I love saying lymph nodes out loud) and I have homework. Blah.
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Anabel blogs about me..it made me happy :|
Boy, why you so obsessed with me?
Let me define “don’t like”:
A) I do not want to hook up with you.
B) I do not want to be your girlfriend.
C) I do not want to come over your house.
D) I DO NOT WANT TO BE ANYTHING MORE THAN FRIENDS!
Why can’t you take a hint..? Doesn’t it ever occur to you that when I tell you I have plans..it means I actually have plans? Ever come across your mind that maybe I’m not deading you on purpose? I should be..but I’m not. Throw me a friggen bone here, seriously. The fact that you talk to my friends about me and you pisses me off emencly. Leave them out of it, I tell them the same thing I tell you. The truth is, I like one of your best friends and I know that would kill you. But seriously, just let it be. Don’t waste your time on me, I’m probably just going to hurt you.
10577.) I really only carry my phone around during school so I can pretend to text someone. No one ever really texts me though.
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If everyone keeps telling me my dreams will come true, I’m going to be seriously disappointed if they don’t.
So much for a happy birthday..
I hate you. Right now, I cannot stand you. I’ve never been this annoyed in my entire life. I’m not a child anymore, I can do things for myself. I can think for myself, I have a brain, you know. You treat me like I was born yesterday, I’m not an idiot. I know how to take a pen to a peice of paper and do homework, it is beyond un-necessary for me to show you my homework. You’re a douche bag. Aren’t I supposed to be “Daddy’s Little Girl”? Doesn’t feel like it. You’ve never treated me like anything other than a slave. You act like I have nothing better to do with my life than to serve you and do everything you ask me to do. I get it, parents tell their kids what to do, but not while their children are busy doing something else, more important. You’re a jerk, I can not stand you. You’re a psychotic control freak and I just want to get out of here. You’re lucky Katie has a game right now, or else I wouldn’t be home. I hate you.
I must confess that I feel like a monster.
I can’t deal with your bullshit anymore, I really can’t. Striving for attention is one thing, but doing it in the most annoying way possible? You’ve reached a whole new level of ‘fake bitch’. It’s my birthday and I don’t even want to spend it with my best friend, how terrible is that? It’s not my fault, it’s yours; all yours. I really really wish you could see how you act in public, you’d be appauled. It’s annoying, immature and embarrassing for anyone associated with you. Tonight, I’ll be wishing for you; for you to realize how idiotic everyone thinks you are.
Seems like doomsday’s come early this year.
I don’t know whether I hate you, or not. I honestly cannot stand you. Why do you think you’re better than me? Why do you think you need to be better than me? Are you insecure? Are you doing it for attention? Are you stupid? You’re a terrible friend to me. I don’t know why I talk to you anymore. I don’t get jealous, so stop trying. I don’t care about anything you do or say. You’re not getting any sympathy from me, so stop trying. I see right through you, you’re fake. You put me down so much that I’m starting to believe you don’t need me. If that’s the truth, then why am I wasting my time? I don’t need you, that’s the truth. I have other friends, you’re just another one. You act like I’m some sort of social reject when in reality, that would be you. You steal all my friends and try to turn them against me when they only hang out with you and invite you to things because you’re my “best friend”. I’m starting to second guess it though. Sometimes, I feel like you’re using me to get to them. I love how when ever I call you out on something, you blow me off completely. You act like it’s not my place to be talking to you like that. That’s where you’re wrong. You need to stop being such a lowlife and start saying shit to my face instead of going behind my back and saying it to MY friends. I swear, the next time you get mad at me for something stupid, I’m done with you.
