Directed at you.

Dear Girl-Who's-Time-Wasn't-Worth-Our-Friendship;

I just wrote a whole letter about how fucking discusting you are and how I wish I could just spit on you and all you're little broken dreams, maybe even crush more before you don't follow through with them because watching you fuck yourself over from here is just plain painful.

Instead, I think it would be civil and plain to the point by saying that I never want to be your friend again, even if (when) you decide you're done trying to grow up so fucking fast but instead dating yourself even further behind in life. I figure by then, I'll already be doing a thousand things you have yet to even set your eyes on.

Stop treating life like its one big trend, and just live. Really, I'm giving you important advice that could save you a lot of trouble. Just fucking live for yourself and not the labels and communities you surround yourself with. Not the spurts of dumb decisions you take part of.

-your ex-"best friend" (remember the summer and what I "meant" to you then?)
p.s. I want my fabric back if you ever have a chance, obviously you don't have time to sew if you can't even cook yourself meals because you're so "busy". Get off the internet, it frees a lot of your time up if you didn't know.


It's thundering and sleeting here, and I'm praying for a snow day so that I only have to make up three days of school instead of four, because I don't think I'll be well enough tomorrow to even leave my house, again.
Fuck being sick.