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Dear Karen,
Yeah, that's right, this is about the only time I'll ever call someone out by name on my public journal. But you know, it's just that important. I gave you a second chance to be my friend, I really did. I was there for you when you needed me, I sat through your mood swings, I dealt with your drama. I managed to NOT give you shit for sleeping with an under-aged boy, and managed to not laugh in your face when you honest to god told me about how he could have possibly knocked you up. I might not have a lot of sex, but at least I know how to not even HAVE that issue when I do.
I'm sick of your bullshit excuses on why you can never be there for me when I'm having a bad day. I'm sick of your bullshit excuses on just about everything. Grow the fuck up and act your age for once in your god damned life. FYI., talking formally and all sophisticated doesn't make you sound older. It makes you sound like a stuck up bitch. You get that "I'm better than you" sound to your words and we're supposed to just go with it. Well fuck that. You aren't better than me. You just plain aren't. I can manage a budget, I can make smart choices about sex and other shit, I can take a full schedule at college, work full time as well, and not spaz the fuck out.
And you know what? I was still there for you when you needed me. I still metaphorically held your hand. I tried really hard to ignore your drunk calls, and all the other stupid shit you did. But you know what? You didn't return the favor, and that's all there is to it.
So you know what? I hope he did knock you up. I hope you are pregnant. I hope it knocks enough sense into you that you wake the fuck up and really look at your life.
Absolutely no fucking love, compassion, or sympathy,
Amy
Yeah, that's right, this is about the only time I'll ever call someone out by name on my public journal. But you know, it's just that important. I gave you a second chance to be my friend, I really did. I was there for you when you needed me, I sat through your mood swings, I dealt with your drama. I managed to NOT give you shit for sleeping with an under-aged boy, and managed to not laugh in your face when you honest to god told me about how he could have possibly knocked you up. I might not have a lot of sex, but at least I know how to not even HAVE that issue when I do.
I'm sick of your bullshit excuses on why you can never be there for me when I'm having a bad day. I'm sick of your bullshit excuses on just about everything. Grow the fuck up and act your age for once in your god damned life. FYI., talking formally and all sophisticated doesn't make you sound older. It makes you sound like a stuck up bitch. You get that "I'm better than you" sound to your words and we're supposed to just go with it. Well fuck that. You aren't better than me. You just plain aren't. I can manage a budget, I can make smart choices about sex and other shit, I can take a full schedule at college, work full time as well, and not spaz the fuck out.
And you know what? I was still there for you when you needed me. I still metaphorically held your hand. I tried really hard to ignore your drunk calls, and all the other stupid shit you did. But you know what? You didn't return the favor, and that's all there is to it.
So you know what? I hope he did knock you up. I hope you are pregnant. I hope it knocks enough sense into you that you wake the fuck up and really look at your life.
Absolutely no fucking love, compassion, or sympathy,
Amy