set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
i'm mad. really mad. everytime i look at her i get more pissed. fuck you. my "best friend". i have no real friends. my mom picks on me constantly and it hurts. i love her, it's not fair. back to my "friend", it's trivial things, like never even text messaging me, or even leaving me a fucking myspace comment, it's like the VERY least anyone does to say hi. she forgot my birthday. not even a call. it's her dad's birthday too, so you'd think she'd remember. nope. she didn't call me on christmas. she didn't call me for anything, except for when she thought she had a fucking STD then, and only then did she need me. oh, and to ask if i knew where to buy pot.....NO I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO FUCKING BUY POT! I DON'T DO DRUGS YOU FUCKING MORON! All those years she called me a "prude" cause i didn't fuck the free world and waited til i actually fell in love to sleep with someone. and how she made fun of that too. the fact that i don't drink or do drugs, that was also hilarious to her (and no i'm not sxe). i sat with her everytime she got her heart broken, everytime she had a problem. she was also my defender. she called an ex of mine and reemed him for me, she also got all my stuff back from him. i miss those times. she was a good friend for a while, then she went to college and her whole life became about her fucking boyfriend and pot and drinking and her stupid stoner friends and i was forgotten about. how fucking unfair. i stayed home a semester to take care of my mom who is fucking disabled and she complained about how i was never around...i was ALWAYS around. godammit. i have like, no friends anymore. at all. no one ever calls me or IM's me or anything. i'm lonely....really lonely.