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don't read cause it's not interesting, just me rambling.
dear ina may:
I don't think we should be friends anymore. you're so fucking rude to me sometimes, and then you tell me that I'm crazy. that I'm completely insane, and not in a good way. I'm just like my mom. I'm too intense. I make faces and do things that I don't even know I'm doing, I act really bitchy without knowing it. okay, so maybe I do do that, but I'm not trying to be mean, ever. I never intentionally act bitchy to you, ever. and you? you're always treating me like shit. at school, around our other "friends", you act like such a fucking bitch. and you you get in these fucking moods. and you won't smile, and I say something and you look at me like I'm retarded. yeah, we're completely opposite but you don't have to treat me like a freak just because I'm so different from you. I get really excited about things, unlike you. I'm energetic and hyper sometimes, and I wish we could always laugh about stupid things and have fun together but you're just too fucking serious, and everytime I try to have fun like that, you look at me with that fucking look. like I'm so stupid. and sometimes, sometimes I know you're purposely being a bitch, by giving me that look, but sometimes I really think you don't even know you're doing it. so whenever you bring up the fact that I seem to constantly be bitchy without knowing it, I try to tell you that you do it too but you won't even fucking hear it. you tell me "no, I KNOW how I'm acting." and it pisses me off. maybe you don't know how you're acting??? maybe you're not so fucking perfect?? you get so offended, so easily, I don't understand. I'll ask you something simple, and I'm even trying to intentionally say it as kind as possible because I know you'll take it the wrong way if I dont. but you still get all offended... and you're like "whoah... sorr-y." in that bitchy tone, because you think I'm pissed off about whatever I asked you. but I'm not. you don't seem to get that, and I tell you over and over but you won't listen. so every single time you read me wrong, you get all bitchy and I don't even understand why. you just try to change me, constantly. into you. I'm not gonna change. this is the way I am. can't you just realise that okay, I am an intense person, so maybe sometimes I do seem mad but that's just the way I am. accept it. please. maybe you're just reading me wrong, ever think of that? maybe I'm not the only "COMPLETELY CRAZY" one. stop trying to act like you're so perfect and actually listen to what I have to say, instead of blowing everything that I say off and hammering your oppinions of how horrible a person I am into me and trying to make me change. and the other night? you told me that I bring out the worst in you. so you know what? I think you'd be better off without me.
I have lots of mushrooms now. 4 chocolates from tony and a bag from steve. me and ina were gonna trip tomorrow but I guess it'll just be me now.
dear ina may:
I don't think we should be friends anymore. you're so fucking rude to me sometimes, and then you tell me that I'm crazy. that I'm completely insane, and not in a good way. I'm just like my mom. I'm too intense. I make faces and do things that I don't even know I'm doing, I act really bitchy without knowing it. okay, so maybe I do do that, but I'm not trying to be mean, ever. I never intentionally act bitchy to you, ever. and you? you're always treating me like shit. at school, around our other "friends", you act like such a fucking bitch. and you you get in these fucking moods. and you won't smile, and I say something and you look at me like I'm retarded. yeah, we're completely opposite but you don't have to treat me like a freak just because I'm so different from you. I get really excited about things, unlike you. I'm energetic and hyper sometimes, and I wish we could always laugh about stupid things and have fun together but you're just too fucking serious, and everytime I try to have fun like that, you look at me with that fucking look. like I'm so stupid. and sometimes, sometimes I know you're purposely being a bitch, by giving me that look, but sometimes I really think you don't even know you're doing it. so whenever you bring up the fact that I seem to constantly be bitchy without knowing it, I try to tell you that you do it too but you won't even fucking hear it. you tell me "no, I KNOW how I'm acting." and it pisses me off. maybe you don't know how you're acting??? maybe you're not so fucking perfect?? you get so offended, so easily, I don't understand. I'll ask you something simple, and I'm even trying to intentionally say it as kind as possible because I know you'll take it the wrong way if I dont. but you still get all offended... and you're like "whoah... sorr-y." in that bitchy tone, because you think I'm pissed off about whatever I asked you. but I'm not. you don't seem to get that, and I tell you over and over but you won't listen. so every single time you read me wrong, you get all bitchy and I don't even understand why. you just try to change me, constantly. into you. I'm not gonna change. this is the way I am. can't you just realise that okay, I am an intense person, so maybe sometimes I do seem mad but that's just the way I am. accept it. please. maybe you're just reading me wrong, ever think of that? maybe I'm not the only "COMPLETELY CRAZY" one. stop trying to act like you're so perfect and actually listen to what I have to say, instead of blowing everything that I say off and hammering your oppinions of how horrible a person I am into me and trying to make me change. and the other night? you told me that I bring out the worst in you. so you know what? I think you'd be better off without me.
I have lots of mushrooms now. 4 chocolates from tony and a bag from steve. me and ina were gonna trip tomorrow but I guess it'll just be me now.