Tany;


I don't want to talk to you.
And I don't want to see you.
I never would've done to you what you did
to me today.
You were cowardly and awful to me, jenn, chris, etc. just
so that you wouldn't get in as much trouble.
I don't care if you were scared.
I don't care if you're sorry.
I don't care if you aren't sorry, also.
I don't care anything about you right now.

Because you got my mom involved, and now
I'm being forced to pick sides.
And I have to listen to them both, bitch about each other.
And I can't handle it.
I can't.
And I can't handle you.

Always saying how much you suck, and always saying how your life sucks, and blah blah blah.
Whining about it won't fix anything.
My life sucks just as much as yours, if not more... but it doesn't fill my every waking moment.
You complaining all fucking day long makes me think about my own lousy life and my own lousy self, and I don't want that.

We even talked about things.
How it isn't fair how we always talk about
things you like, but never my things.
And still, you never brought anything up.
You let the silence stay as silence all the time.
I'm tired of it.

You are my bestfriend...but am I yours?
The way things have been going lately, it hasn't
seemed that way.

I'm pissed and I'm hurt, and I hate how you let yourself come off as oh-so innocent
and how you didn't say a word in defence when your brother was there.
And he kept saying you were 13, when you aren't.
He's an idiot.
He just kept yelling and he didn't listen.
And then he insulted my sister, without even any reason.

And because of all this, I probably won't even be allowed to be your friend.
But I guess you probably don't care about that.