Sarcastic Break Up

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
hmm this is for kaela, so i hope she reads this and if not ill show her because our friendship is going downhill. ohh sweet revenge.

Submitted: January 06, 2010

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Submitted: January 06, 2010

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I didn't think about you...

I apologize for this fact, I guess I was so caught up in my own life. You're a good person and all, but I don't think our friendship can go on for much longer. I keep spinning this record of life, but the tune I get back is all but satisfying. I think it is because my record was scratched, thanks to you. In my eyes, you are a small piece of spinach or brocoli stuck between someone's teeth, or a stray cat that you just don't have the heart to tell to go away.

Well, cat, now it's time to shoo.

Anyways, I was walking to school today and I stopped by the store to get a pack of cigarretes and it reminded me of you. You're kind of like a slow suicide, but at the time I never really saw it that way. I mean, I grab a cig, light it, and everything's cool. Then I put the cigarrete out and realize it could kill me. After that, I feel pretty guilty about smoking it, then that feeling eventually wears off and I say, "To hell with it," and grab another one. Yeah, that sums up our friendship, only you're like a cigarrete that goes on forever and ever and I can't quit.

Like I said before, I never really thought about you. Sure, sure, I see you in the halls and you smile sheepishly sometimes, saying, "I didn't do my homework last night, my aunt died... Can I borrow yours?" But come on, now. I've heard that excuse a trillion times and I still give you my homework to scribble down...how many aunts do you have, anyway?

Remember that time in the library downtown when Derrick walked by, and you whispered, "He looks so hot today!" and I just kinda brushed you off? That was priceless to see the look on your face. You were like, "OH EM GEE you don't think he's HAWT!?" and I just kinda  slurred my words and told you that I did, but he would never fall for you. Now THAT was priceless. I thought I might have scared you off (I was nearly smiling for a moment), but I was wrong and the very next day the same old same old happened.

Can't you ever get off your lazy-bum tush long enough to help me move out of my parents house? I asked you that last week and you told me you were playing video games. Another reason I'm typing this. Why do you text me or call me obsessively, then the next day be totally chill when I bring it up, saying that it bothers me? Why is that not a big deal to you, eh? I guess it's because you're not the one with a stalker lunatic always keeping tabs on you.

Why do you like to tell me that you're Irish every time you see me? You're really random, and that isn't always a bad thing, but man, it's annoying! I know you are Irish, so it's not that funny anymore.

Ha, don't get me started on your boyfriend. If he ever broke up with you, I bet you would kill yourself, no doubt. He's only with you because he is probably scared of you!(I know I would be)

I hate it when you act like you're cooler than everyone else, or when you act like there's a pole shoved up your rear end 24/7/365. That's really how you've always been, so don't think it is anything new; I've just never addressed it as a problem until now.

What's with you and giving my number out to random guys you meet at the bar?! Just because you are the bartender's daughter, that shouldn't give you the right to march in there and give my number to every guy you think I'd be "interested" in! In fact, I saved AND counted all the numbers that texted me from the bar, and it's a total of 23 people! Do you honestly think I'd go for half the guys in the bar, let alone 23? Nah, of course I wouldn't. Bar hoppers bore me; they hop bars thus they have nothing better to do and I gaurentee you that 1/3 of the numbers you gave me belong to crusty old pedophile men. So do me a favor? Don't do that anymore.

And what about all those dirty looks lately? I mean that's just getting on my nerves...I didn't mean to pull that chair out...but watching you trip was quite satisfying.

Hey, remember all those nasty texts you sent me? You were drunk, and you texted me two years ago, telling me how you've had all these dark passionate secrets locked inside for me. You told me you wanted me, and I was merely repulsed. Nothing against homosexuality, but the way you said it was just...weird. Let's not forget, the texts you sent me when we had that really bad arguement awhile back. You sent me texts that said:

"stupidd slut, lmao you neverr had any good memories wif me! and i didnt have none wif yuu.",

"Stupid mother f--ker leave me alone you dumb b---h!",

"whaaa? i never called u a baaad name lol lyin b---h. ",

"well i have real friends unlike you ya freak and ima go with them over u.",

"f--k you nice and hard upp the a-s becoz i neva liked ya enyway lol"

"hey im listening to a song called dont trust a hoe oh well thought i should tell u cuz it remeinds meh of...YOU! ;)",

"F*** OFF AN NEVAA TALK TO ME  AGAIN GO FIND SOMEONE WHOO LIKES YUU OH WAITT NO ONE DUZ!! lmfao roflroflrofl"

"B**** BACK THE F*** OFF ME, I HATE YOU."

"whyy cant yuu just die please? ha thankss.:). "

Yes, I saved those text messages.

You have never done a thing for me, except hang out with me and keep me company. And quite frankly, Kaela Rae Sproull, I'm sick of your childish games and your backstabbing so let this be a tribute and reminder to you of all the things you did to me and what you did for me. I know I'm being a b--ch right now, but not as big of one as you've been in the whole 12 years I've known you. It's not easy typing this right now (I'm actually crying) but it's a lot easier than going my whole life knowing someone's using me. I had to end this friendship and I hope you saw this coming. If not, it'll just make it harder for both of us. Now the whole world could read about you if they wanted and you can't do a thing about it. I'm holding it all above your head for you to be ashamed of, and I must say I'm sorry. But you didn't think about me accept when we were younger. Those times were gold, Kay, but not anymore. Over the years you've called me so many names and we've had so many fights that I can't take it anymore and now all I can say is, "I hope you become a better person as you get older, and when you reach that stage, let me know and MAYBE I'll start caring again."


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