<p>We used to be really good friends, but then you became so self-absorbed and annoying as hell. You think you’re the best at what you do, and while you’re very talented, you’re not better than everyone else and can’t write off others. You can’t accept failure and just blame others when you don’t succeed. No, you weren’t “shafted” by that judge in your audition! You weren’t prepared! You’re so arrogant you think you don’t have to practice and you believe you’re so talented that you don’t have to work for what you want. You won’t be handed everything in life just because you want. Your natural abilities will only get you so far before you have to face the fact that you have to work for what you want.</p>
<p>A basterds work is never done.</p>
<p>And you, yeah you. You’re daft! I’m too ugly? I’m too “ratchet?” Oh you loved talking to me, didn’t you? But you are a piece of crap. You can’t utter a word to me in person because you’re clearly embarrassed of me. I may not be a Melanie Iglesias or Cara Delevigne, but you’re definitely no Ronan Farrow!! Kay? No, I won’t help you with physics. I’m sorry I’m only worth years of Facebook messaging but not a “hello” in a classroom filled with OTHER PEOPLE. I liked talking to you. Too bad you’re so much of a narcissist. Ew. One doesn’t need Mary Jane to see how ugly you are. </p>
<p>NO DAD! I’M NOT 11!!! I AM 16!</p>
<p>I hate people </p>
<p>Sometimes I have to ask myself, how can you still function properly with the way you deal with your life? Is it really that difficult to acquire even the tiniest traces of common sense? </p>
<p>You ate all the damn chicken</p>
<p>You’re not making anything easier. I have always been a dedicated, cooperative person for the group with great ways to lead. But now I can’t simply take time over my summer to relax? You place all of this guilt on me for missing out on something that I have already contributed so much to? I have other priorities in my life, and I need to balance those things as well. Don’t make me feel worse about relaxing and doing other things that I NEED to do.</p>
<p>You barge into my room in the early morning and start yelling at me to get out because we’re moving and you want my nightstand? Lady, do I even know you? Oh, you’re so-and-so’s mom, that explains a lot. She’s unbearable and so are you. I can’t stand you sucking up all that oxygen so I have to excuse myself (read: run away) and hide behind a stack of cardboard boxes. </p>
<p>Then I realize I’m being stupid and walk over to confront you, but you’re somehow miles more snarky and condescending than I’d imagined and I run out of steam. The next best thing I can do is passive-agressively ignore your requests to carry said nightstand down the stairs, out the door, and into your waiting car. </p>
<p>Screw you. No really, I genuinely dislike you and your greedy demon spawn and I’m relieved I won’t have to see you again (or the majority of my mother’s friends since most of them suck). Gross. I hope your new nightstand develops a tarantula problem. </p>
<p>Why won’t you hire me Starbucks? I know EVERYTHING about your company. I know more than your current Barnes and Noble employees that create a line due to lack of skills and I’ve helped out with forgotten recipes. But no, no, no ,no. You just don’t hire 16 year old workers. </p>
<p>1: You are so obnoxious and annoying. You always talk to me, touch me, and hug me, even though you know there’s no chance. I have told you multiple times, nicely, that I’m not interested, but for some reason it’s like my words encourage you. Why don’t you get it? Haven’t you noticed me cringing when you touch me, ignoring you when you talk to me, and avoiding you when you see me? I really have tried being nice to you, but you’re just so oblivious to the fact I don’t like you, and I can’t take it anymore. I really don’t want to be mean, but I’ve had enough. What could you possibly find attractive about me, anyway?</p>
<p>2: I’m sorry about those 9 months. I know if you found out, you’d hate me. And if I were you, I wouldn’t blame you for hating me. But why were you so fake, for all those years I knew you? Pretending you were nice, just so it would benefit you more? And then leaving everyone you’d never see again, cutting off all forms of communication, without a trace? I genuinely thought of you as a friend, but it turns out that was the exact opposite of what you thought of me. But for reason, I’m still going to miss you. I’m forever altered by who you are and what you meant to me. I will always care for you. At the same time, I wish I had never met you. Then I would never have to go through this pain. I wouldn’t have to try to impress you every single day. I wouldn’t have to deal with the heartbreak. I wouldn’t have to deal with the emotional scars. I wouldn’t have to do those things to try to forget about you. I wouldn’t have to want you, to need you, so badly. And even though I’ve said all these things, I still love you.</p>
<p>3: Why did you have to tell everyone my secret? You were the only person I trusted, but within the next day you told everyone. I finally had a fresh start; no one knew who I was, at all. I could finally start over and make new friends. But now you’ve ■■■■■■ that all up. Everyone has preconceived beliefs about me all because of you what you did. And then, instead of trying to cover it up, you say that you did the right thing? That I should just accept myself? Haha, no. Now my reputation is ruined for the next four years of my life, and it’s all because of you.</p>
<p>Well I feel really weird now… >_< Sorry to whoever has the misfortune of reading my awkward rants.</p>