I don’t hate you all the time, but I like you a lot less than I used to. You drive me insane and sometimes, I’ll admit, it’s not even your fault. I don’t know what you could do to make it better. I don’t know what I could do either. At this point I need to accept that you are the way you are, and I can’t ask you to change who you are. Maybe we would be better off not being close friends.
Am I a bad friend…
for thinking about how much I hate you more than I actually like you….for secretly laughing behind your back when you throw tantrums when you don’t get your way…for venting about you nearly everyday because you never get off my back… For still holding a grudge against you for making out with my prom date in high school…for grinning inside every time you mention you’ve gained weight …for wishing I didn’t have to live with you for 2 more years…for getting annoyed every time you mention your mom and how SHE does things (guess what I don’t care) for thinking you are a huge drama queen…for not feeling sorry that your boyfriend broke up with you…for thinking your pathetic for going back to your to your boyfriend after he cheated on you, said you looked like Shit, and told you he hated your friends (me included) even though we were literally nothing but nice to him…for finding out that your boyfriend actually had sex with the girl you think he just made out with but not telling you because 1. Our friend told me not to tell you 2. I have no proof and 3. you would get more mad at me then him and u knew you would go back to him anyway…for wishing I could get away from you, just for a while?
Yeah. I probably am.
If I’m a bad friend, then are you a bad friend…
…for putting your needs before those of others all the time…for being greedy and never willing to share ANYTHING with anyone but expecting everyone to give you whatever you need…for forgetting my birthday… For subjecting all your friends to partake in a weekend dedicated completely to your own birthday, which you planned…for getting mad because some of our friends can’t attend your birthday weekend but are equally pissed that they expect you to do what they have planned for their own birthday…for correcting me all the time, and never admitting that I was actually right…for telling people I don’t talk to things I told you to keep secret…for accusing me 1000 times of flirting with your ex boyfriend who I set you up with and personally want nothing to do with…for being fake and being overly nice to people you bad mouth…for not inviting me places, then coming up with a lame excuse and make me feel like I’m over reacting…for making your problems bigger than everyone else’s…for always competing for attention even if that means pushing your friends out of the…for never being happy with what you have and always being jealous of others…for acting like someone who you like couldn’t possibly be interested in me (and being wrong)…for becoming “best friends” with a kid that you hated in high school…for acting like I’m a hassle or a tag along anytime we go somewhere with “your” friends…for ditching people who have stuck with you to hang out with people you think will get you places…for being selfish ..for never cleaning (but acting like you do everything)…for talking about yourself non stop without even realizing it…?
Am I over reacting?
…yeah maybe a little. But let’s face it : YOU have some things to work on. Get over yourself. Your life isn’t so awful. Quit complaining. Quit treating your friends like incompetent idiots. Calm the Fuck down. And let me get some peace.
Like I said, I don’t hate you all the time.
Sometimes, though, you make it hard to like you.