I hate this place. I hate this place. I hate this place. I hate this place. I hate this place.
I have a new "best friend". Her name is Christi. She's a bipolar, spoiled bitch.
She held my skinny jeans hostage, until I spent the weekend at her house. Seriously?!
Im at her house EVERY weekend. And she's at my house EVERYday after school. That leaves me noooo alone time. And as you all know, I cherish my alone time. Its as fucking rare as a double rainbow.
She attempted to give me the silent treatment. Why? Because when she angrily ran up the stairs, I didn't go running after her apologizing. Bitch. No. I don't run after anybody.
Apologize for what you may ask? For not telling her that i cried about the death of my friend.
And do you know what made her forgive me? "I know you're sad about your friend so I'll forgive you"
Bitch. I don't want your sympathy. I don't give a shit if you ever talk to me again.
Oh. And then one time she wants to make someone pass out. She then wants to make me pass out. I flat out say no. She tries to persuade me. Her persuasion consists of her saying" If I make you pass out, then you can see your dead little friend for awhile." Dead. Little. Friend. Those are the 3 words that stick out to me. And she goes on as if she doesn't notice me flinch and blink at those words. Her dad is the one who has to tell her that her joke was in "bad taste".
Now let it be known that this is the same day as the funeral and the day after the candlelight. Also let it be known that I did not willingly go over to her house. She called and let me know she was on the way. Meanwhile I was fresh out the shower, getting ready for bed and on the brink of tears. My mom said I had to go as she was already on the way. Fuck my life.
If you haven't guessed it, this is the friend who found out by accident. I wish she never found out. Its a complete disaster.
And there is so much more I could tell you...
(I think I'm losing it)
Yours psychotically,
Jab
P.s. I know this probably is confusing and jumbled
