Sits at the comp, drinking RC in little shots like shots of beer; shaking with rage and frustration. 'You know, you listened to me in the past, why won't you now? Has anything really changed between us? So you got laid by your boyfriend, big deal. I was practically raped in 7th grade cause I didn't want to say anything about it, cause I thought I loved the guy. And now your telling me to just forget it, that you'll never be able to try and push him from your mind. Bull shit, I know you better than that. You can at least try.' Takes another shot as her bangs fall in front of her eyes. 'I mean come on, I know we've all gotten older and times are changing, but that doesn't mean you have to betray your friends like this, but if that's what you want. I know I already told you this and you told me to forget it but "I don't give a fuck anymore. When the world comes crumbling down, don't come crying to me". I'm sick of all the cynical bull shit that your putting up. So you got laid, big deal. We all will sooner or later and most of us just for money.' Takes another shot as she checks her messages from her other friends. DArth trying to make her happy, chris just listening and trying to comfort her. 'I now relize that my days are not going to be the same without you and right now my only thought is, "Thank god", and I know that may hurt you but you're really pissing me off. It's not just the fact that you won't listen to me, it's the fact that you won't listen to me and I listened to you about Andrew.' Shakes with rage as she pours another shot and gulps it down. She glances over, spots a sem riper. 'I wonder how much this will hurt? Probably not as much as you've hurt me.' Sighs as she puts the riper to her wrist and presses down, then pulls it back up before it pentrates her skin and sets it down. 'I actually tried to cut myself, but for some reason I couldn't do it. I wonder why? I actually want to cut myself, maybe I'll slit my leg with my razor tonight. Maybe that will make me feel alive, make me feel like I actually mean something. But then again, it will only be myself that thinks I mean something and not you, My Dear Lost Friend. It will probably mean nothing to you since you have shut your friends out.' Glances at the clock. 'I think it's time I left, so I can kill myself before midnight. Goodbye and know that I never reached my 16 b-day, that I never did learn to drive a fucking car. That I never got fucked like you, but for that I'm grateful. So long. Catch ya on the Flipside, maybe.'