Okay so... my "best friend" goes away to P.A that’s where i’m going to start this little story & she’s there for a week & the day she gets back is our 3 year anniversary & I’m like well your boyfriend can hang out too I don’t mind since you haven’t seen him for a week too & she’s like okay thanks. Big Mistake so I get to her house after not seeing her and she’s like on top of her boyfriend making out the whole time & kissing him, & I get no hug or anything & then i’m just sitting in the corner of the room as she sits on top of him on her bed saying how much she missed him... like what the fuck about me so I leave the house & walk down to the beach & fucking cry & I bet she had no idea I even left because she was so caught up on herself & I came back & she’s just like oh hey so I call my friend Tricia to come over so I don’t have to tag along with my best friend and her boyfriend all of Halloween [& that’s bullshit anyways] & then fucking we finally get to hang out like at 8 with out him there & of course by then we are with a whole bunch of people & she’s like fucking all like I just want to go home don’t feel good & its like oh you felt fine all night with your boyfriend here & i’m like well I want to go to this party & she’s like oh my god fine & we go & it just happens to be right by her boyfriend’s house so she is like okay i’m going to his house & leaves & so we don’t even get to hang out Bullshit. & then like the whole next week she’s fucking talking about how she’s so sick so I call her everyday to see if she’s feeling better & to see how she is & then I spend all my allowance money of like 10 dollars to by her a medicine & juice & take it over there & she’s like thanks that’s nice and i’m like yah don’t worry about it. Then I come over Friday night & she’s like oh no I can’t eat my food were poor now [her parents are splitting up] & I’m like whatever fine I wont eat either & then later I’m starving & drunk & I’m like mannn I’m starving and she’s like then eat and I’m like no it’s okay because ... I’m not going to eat her food if she says she poor because I can go home & my own food so then I’m like mann I want to go home [but remember I’m drunk as in annoying ha. ha. ha.] & yah I admit that was mean for me to keep complaining but.. what the FUCK give me a break i was drunk & so I’m like I want to go to this party let's go & she's like no you can go by yourself and I’m like I’m not going to ditch my best friend & go to a party & she’s like just go & I’m like uhm no whatever I’m just hungry & grumpy & she’s like WHAT THE FUCK IM OVER THE DRAMA & I was like there is no drama... what ever so I like go to bed & start crying but get over it & then she comes to bed an hour later Visual:[I’m on the floor she’s in her bed] & she starts crying all hard & I’m like Marissa what’s wrong... Marissa... Marissa what wrong MARISSA WHATS WRONG & it turned out she had head phones on & she’s like nothing I’m going to bed! & I was like whatever... & just went online & she called her boyfriend so I was like whatever she can just go talk to him then!!! So then like 2 hours of me just sitting online waiting for her to get off the phone I’m like whatever & I go in and go to bed on the floor & then I wake up the next morning & I caught her cold & my throat hurts like a bitch so I go home at like 7 in the morning and like previously that night I was like aww fuck I cant swallow & she’s like oh you got my cold so she knew I was sick & shit. So we don’t talk for like 2 days & then I I'm her & I’m like so we’re just not going to talk & she’s like not until you say sorry & I’m like what the fuck for and she’s like you have no idea do you & I’m like uhmm yeah you’re right I have no idea & she’s like I can’t believe you don’t know & I’m like well if you don’t tell me I'll never know & she’s like well call me when you know and I’m like OH MY FUCKING GOSH JUST TELL ME and she’s like okay well I didn’t need this shit in my life & for the first time i’m going to stand up for myself & you’re like "oh my god I can’t eat" & she’s like go read my diary: ""I just want to go home so I can eat” I’m soo hungry" just shut.the.fuck.up. leave then. bye. as if this isn't hard enough for me to deal with.. my "best friend" feels guilty eating at my house. I didn't want this to be weirder than it had to be. I am already going to not invite people over when I move into that smaller house... but to know that my best friend doesn't even want to eat at my house... and makes comments like she wants to leave... makes me feel like dying. keep your fucking comments to yourself. If you decide you don't want to eat at my house..fine. you don't have to sit there and tell me how starving you are then. go fucking eat something. stop making it a big dramatic thing. fuck. I haven't wanted to cut this bad in a long time. I don't know any other way to deal with things. it's fucking pathetic. why do I always have to be the strong one?" & so i’m like whateverrrrrrrrrrr & then the next day i’m like whatever ill just apologize I don’t fucking care so I do & she’s like its okay i’m over it & i’m like okay & then I was crying on the phone with her really bad because of this boy & he brought out other feelings i had about boys in general & I was like well I’m so sick I’m just going to go to bed & she’s like okay... SO she doesn’t call me alllllll day the next day so I text her at like 11 at night and I’m like why didn’t you check up on me all day & she’s like I was busy all day sorry, but I’m sure she talked to her boyfriend a hundreds time but she can’t check on me & I’m like whatever... so then Thursday night I suggest we hang out this weekend but it would have to be my house because I’m really sick & she’s like well I'll see maybe Friday and i’m like okay so then I wake up today & I’m a lot better & I had to go to that interview & my mom was like you can go to the show at last minute because she proud of me for getting a job so I go & I get there & later that night the boy shows up & I felt kinda sad so I texted Marissa; [ I'm italic & she's bold] I just saw him & we talked kinda it wasnt that bad but I'm sad where the underground I thought you couldn’t go anywhere because you were sick... I'll call you when I get home so I get home & call her twice & she doesn’t answer and I send her two text messages and she doesn’t reply [they said where are you] & then; I’m going to bed goodnight. what the fuck I needed to talk to you but I guess I'll call someone else I’m used to it I’m sorry I’m tired how was I suppose to know that you wanted to talk well I said I'd call you right after I talked about being kinda sad so I thought you would know whatever I just figured it was about how you lied about going out tonight & I've BEEN used to going to someone else yeah all right one time I’m not here for you and you freak out and you’re not here for me daily but I have to except it, fuck that & too bad you have no idea what the fuck happened tonight just assumed I lied that’s bullshit since when am I liar and you couldn’t be close to as over it as I am. I am fucking over a one way friendship. guess who’s standing up for themselves now. fuck you I'm over this "friendship" sounds good. The End.