I'm Done

My God, what is with my class? Why are people so bipolar?

I keep telling you about that girl. The one "friend" that's always supposed to be there. It's getting kind of tedious now. She's always getting upset with me, which I truly don't understand. It's always because I'm sticking up for someone else. But you know what? I'm done. Really done.

This past week has been hell for me. So whenever I'm talking, she'll walk away and start talking to another group of girls. She'll complain about my habits, and she'll roll her eyes at whatever I say. You know what, dearest?

I made you. I can destroy you if I want to.

I know that it sounds kind of mean, but hey? What else can I say? When a girl comes in and starts making a fool out of me, that's the final straw. I don't want to deal with crying myself to sleep anymore because I'm afraid my "friend" won't care anymore. She can go cry herself to sleep.

She yelled at me and shoved me today. Lovely, eh? Great disposition. So I hang out with my number one now, and she's all cool now? Oh totally, man! I don't deserve her at all!