Eulogy
A certain girl has decided that she is not going to get well and that instead, she is going to die. This decision is far from what I'd call a "good one". So, girl, lemme just TELL you, you are coming to school tomorrow. And if not tomorrow, definitely the next day. This has ceased to be funny and has started to be really unfunny. Maybe you need to stop staying up until all hours of the night. Maybe you need to stop the binge drinking. Maybe its the sex with all those homeless men that cough on me in the subway on the way to school when I sleep over your house... I don't know what the problem is. Maybe there is no problem at all. Maybe you're a big, fat hypochondriac. I don't know. I'm not a doctor. Just fucking cut it out. Because, let me tell you, this is not making MY life any better. Come, on, let's not be selfish, girl. Try thinking about someone else for a fucking change.