August 2010
Why are you friending me? You don’t even really like me. Start being nice to my friends, own up and apologize for the things you did and said to them and all the other shit you’ve messed up, and maybe I’ll reconsider my opinion of you. I know it’s harsh and yes I’m sure you’ll throw out a bunch of valid yet overblown comebacks as to why I’m such a horrible person and how this is soooo hypocritical of me - but look around you Lilly: who do you see? A bunch of people who tried to like you, who tried to be your friend, but got little more than bitterness and sarcasm in return. Where are they now? Remember when you came back from Greenville or Charlotte or something and you just went on and on about how proud you were that you were the “bitch” of the party, and how you didn’t care what anyone thought of you and you loved how annoying you were? You weren’t fooling anyone: obviously you care very much about what people think of you, but you’ve just got your wires crossed and don’t understand how to make real, lasting friendships. It’s like a more extreme and fucked up version of playground love where instead of being nice to the people you like, your drive them away and then try to convince yourself that you’re totally justified in doing so, which you seem very good at doing. Pity can only go so far - at first I saw you as a sad, confused little girl who was caught in a vicious cycle. Now I just see you as a spoiled brat who walks all over every single person who ever tried to care about her just because she’s too bored and lazy to change herself. Bored people are boring people. Get a hobby or a job or a passion that doesn’t include your computer and your bed and jar of peanut butter and I swear you’ll your life will start to get lighter, more fun, and less bitchy. Good luck finding new friends. Also, don’t be so sure about the ones you think you have now - you turn otherwise genuine people into pretenders, just like yourself. Bye PS: Also, until you get a job yourself and do some real work (as in not working for your dad - that’s the only job you’ve had right?), stop acting like your parent’s money is your own - there is little I’ve seen in your life that you’ve actually earned.