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    Saturday, April 15, 2006

    So please spare me the 'I don't want to deal with it' speech. Refrain from telling me that I don't want to deal with your problems. Let's think this through a little better, you're a moron. I don't want to fucking deal with my friends personal issues with her boyfriend and it's my fault that you don't want to talk to me about what is going on?

    And your manipulation tactics are lacking, and you can't keep sercrets worth a damn. I wonder sometimes why I even bother with shit like you. With people who think that the world revolves around them and that they know all. They believe they're in control. Let's see how in control someone can be when she's with an older guy, and yes it does matter in this case. You don't fucking magically let yourself change. You don't get all bitchy or alienate someone behind their back. And that was a bad move in itself, genius I'm in the same damn room.

    Let's get something straight. I have my own problems. Oh, wait, of course, right. I'm not supposed to am I? I'm supposed to cater to your needs, to other's needs, when I'm barely acknoledging that things I care about are hanging in the balance. If I ignore what's happening any longer I might lose two things more precious to me than life itself. Fucking bullshit, like you, like your insipid little pedophiliac boyfriend, are shit on my list. And if you're not wanting to tell me anything, don't blame it on my not caring. I fucking listen to you all the damn time, I let you in my house. I give you advice when you seem lost and then when I get treated unfairly it comes back to me like this: not in a well-spoken conversation, but on someone else's AIM convo when I'm staying at their house. What kind of shitless little twat do you have to be?

    And all over a boy. A testosterone-filled Young Adult that cares nothing about how a girl would feel around her first boyfriend. That everyone knows what's going to happen, but you're blindsided by your romanticized reality that is the equivalent of a relationship Utopia.

    How fucking deluded do you have to be?

    Lost @ 11:39 AM