| AlgebraAddict |
10-03-2012 06:33 PM |
To C,
Quit. Just quit. I'm tired of you making me feel like an idiot. You freely blab my deepest secrets while you tell me not to talk about your stupid fourth grade crush because "if you want to make any friends, you don't do that". I've been homeschooled before, but I can manage here. Stop being a predjudiced mablipketo. If I say something you don't like, don't pull the "that's not socially acceptable" card. Say you don't like it. Why is it that you always manage to insult me, and then get mad at me when I critisize you? Why do you call me mellow, and refuse to believe more than what you've seen on the outside? What do you know of me? You come to my house on the weekends. I see you at school. Have you ever seen me when I'm mad, when I'm bitter, when I feel so pathetic I cry for hours on end? When I fall out of a tree, you call me clumsy, and when you fall out of a tree you're a victim in distress. I'm TIRED. Oh, and have you ever obsessed? Apparently not, Miss Socially Acceptable. If I continue to obsess over Moomin characters, it's not socially inappropriate. You have no right to say in a superior voice, while everyone else is just laughing and going along with it, "No offense, Esther, but that's just getting old." You are such a hypocrite sometimes, you know that, right? Like in math, where you accuse me of showing off and making you feel bad. And then you go on and on and on in PE about how horrible I am at running. How does that make sense?
And yet, I promise you this much. I'll always, always be there for you. Even when you're not there for me.
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