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So apparently my life is never complete without at least some form of drama. I tried talking to two of my guy friends who live(d) with my now ex-best friend and I was complaining about her.... AND THEY TOLD HER! Am I completely missing the mark here or is there some sign I missed where friends suddenly tell everyone oeverything?
So then she texts me: for the record, while I was being a bitch when we talked last, you were the one who told me I was settling for mediocrity and losers. pot. kettle.
To which I responded something about I don't care, I'm not having this argument again because it's just going to go in the same circle it has every other time and I have no care for it because I can't breathe
She said: is that supposed to make me feel bad? your quality of life is created by you and you alone. you have no one to blame but yourself.
Um, duh. I'm not stupid. I don't have a job because I'm not looking hard enough. I'm living with my parents and dying from cats because of that. Obvious statement is obvious.
I specified that it was the cats giving me breathing problems, not that I was struggling monetarily and even though she knows exactly how it feels to slowly die from suffocation (we're both severely athsmatic) she said "not my problem." Bitch. GOD!!!!! I'm just so sick of this and this whole post is negative and ranty and just plain stupid, but I'm so frustrated with her that I want to sit her down and scream at her or punch her or something, but I can't because I'm too freaking pacifist. Damnit.
I have no idea what to do.... if she didn't have hundreds of dollars worth of my movies, books, and other stuff I wouldn't care, but she does, and I want it back. Yet she's the one who's got it so she gets to dictate everything. I have so many emotions... and none of them good.