Rant Time

So you want a pity party do you? Seriously I used to think you were one of my best friends and you have been for the last year. But then you messed up. Big time. Said something happened to you that didn't and got me all worked up. You said you were "molested" but when I freaked out and wanted you to file a police report and told my mom what happened before almost going out at midnight to your house because I thought you might need someone to calm you down, you talked on the phone like I was making a bigger deal of it than it was before telling me someone just 'grabbed [your] breasts and force cuddled you'. This someone being a friend you know very well and wouldn't mind if you slapped him, which you should've just done because you were simply GROPED! There's a difference.

I haven't talked to you since that day because I was so pissed.

As such I started to re-examine our friendship from start to what very well may be the finish.

Beginning: I met you at after prom my senior year because you were dancing with my friend and date for the evening. I thought you were hot, fun, and you also were around my height. We became friends and started talking and confiding in each other. Basically we became friends because you wanted to get all up in my best friend's vajay. You caused me to kind of despise someone I had previously considered a great friend whom I had only disagreed with a few times but had an overall positive opinion of until you told me a bunch of shit.

Basically I believed everything you told me because I liked you, was quite naive, and thought you were sincere.

Time went by, I tried going out with you but every time I was about to ask you out I was blocked by you entering another relationship you turned out not to be happy with. I didn't mind. It wasn't that bad so I just stuck around as a friend since I wasn't necessarily devastated given I wasn't THAT into you.

We continued to talk to each other and become extremely good, almost best, friends. You inspired me with many creative writing ideas that honestly are mine at the core with you providing minor details like names or a few situations. Hell I even based a character off you. Luckily enough I've only written 288 words so that can be altered swiftly since she's still generic to a point.

You asked me once if I thought you'd changed since another friend of yours brought it up. I said I was unsure. Now I know. And you have. It's completely clear in how you dress/talk/act. When I met you, you'd color your hair or whatever but that was about it. You were simply fashionable. Now you act like you have to be all 'gramma-lookin' and hipsterish; you're completely sex crazed to the point of making a GIF of your breasts because you're proud of your body and wanted to show it (which I regrettably condoned since you're, by age only, an adult and I found you physically attractive and you knew this), and you smoke weed so much that you told me you didn't want me to refer you to any place that required a urine test. Which is funny because you talk about how weed isn't addictive almost as much as you say you want/need to get with your boyfriend and smoke it so you two can bang.

You also talk about this super feminine shit which is, without sounding misogynistic, idiotic and hypocritical coming from you. Constantly, and I've called you out on this, you'll post pictures of yourself to Tumblr with tags "natural" and "body mod" right next to each other because your 'feminist beliefs' make it so you don't have to shave your legs because you're natural yet you get so many piercings. I don't mind if you believe in both but don't be so hardcore for one and still do the other. That brings me to my next point.

The sensitive, bleeding-heart, anti-bullying shit.

When the infamous 'bottle girl' thing exploded on the scene you told everyone not to make fun of her or 'slut shame' her (even though you say ALL THE TIME that 'slut' shouldn't even be a word) because she may kill herself. Then rumors started and you began IMMEDIATELY with the 'I told you so' speech in a Facebook status. Then you got into an argument with my absolute best friend whom I almost literally consider a sister because I've known her so long and we've been through so much together. You don't realize it now but even though I decided ultimately not to take sides, I had a TREMENDOUS comment fully typed and ready to back her up and not you because you were being ridiculous and outlandish with your claims. In a later conversation you admitted that you started the fight, even though you spelled her name completely wrong which I forgave since you blocked each other so you couldn't look it up.

Final point to your hypocrisy. Still staying with the fact that you speak out so vehemently against 'cyber-bullying'. You constantly dress up to make yourself look like the Jersey Shore type with the orange skin and makeup and clothes before you take a pic of yourself and proceed to upload it to Facebook/Tumblr. Then when I call you out on it, in a nice way of course, you retort with "So? Call the cops." Oh. Cute.

By 'cute' I mean I dislike you more and more each day.

Last topic: your pathological need for attention. This is where all these other gripes stem from. Constantly you're looking for a response, always positive, and take no negative feedback well. You posted something I thought was cute and you asked if I thought it was funny. Honestly I didn't think it was supposed to be funny but you thought it was the most hilarious thing ever and got super bummed because it wasn't. Trust me. I know funny. I have it on good authority that I know funny. I played a crowd of 13 once and they loved my set.

Then there's all the sob stories. Look, I'm truly sorry you've been put through some of the things you've been through. Which is probably where your problems all stem from what with how your parents act. HOWEVER don't bitch about your life and your problems EXPECTING someone to verbally caress your hair and hold you and tell you it'll all work out. You just did this which is why I'm even talking about it, because it's mostly going to make me look like an insensitive piece of shit but honestly I don't care since this is free-speech/real-talk/airing of grievances time. You put a big list of shit your dad just did. Then no more than a half hour later put up another Tumblr post bitching about how none of your followers sent you a message or replied to the post and told us to all go screw ourselves. Now I can see why people I know told me you always did crazy things for attention but I didn't believe them or discounted their opinion as though they said it simply because they didn't like you.

You dropped out of beauty school and have no future plans because you have ambitions but thing you can't do anything. I know it's not for everyone but you really should think about going to school. If you're not then TRY TO FIND A DAMNED JOB! My best friend whom you got into the big argument with is not in school but has 3 jobs.

Now to end this with a few titles of Reel Big Fish songs (titles in all caps):

Anymore, I think you're a LOST CAUSE so here's some FAMOUS LAST WORDS.

PS I HATE YOU.