Who is bothering me so, you might ask?
Her name's Chelsea. Chelsea used to be my best best friend, but this year things changed. She changed. I changed. And now we aren't really friends anymore at all. I can't really explain why without revealing more about her than I'd like... but I'll try to describe it as best I can. I wrote her a letterish thing (that she'll never get) a few weeks ago:
Does it bother you that your condescending personality estranges all of your good friends? You often offend others with a carelessness I would never have believed you could possess.
Maybe you are the way you are because you're bitter. Your life is for the most part boring, and the boy you [think you] love doesn't want you as anything more than a friend. Your best stories consist of fun times you've had with your family, and that would be alright if those weren't the only stories you have to tell these days.
Yeah, I'm a little bitter about who you have become. All you care about is school, and you don't trust anyone with your so-called "secrets." You annoy nearly everyone who crosses your path, and the saddest part is that you don't even realize it.
I almost feel bad for you. Almost, because you treat me like the dirt under your feet. News flash: I'm not. I never did anything to you to cause such harsh, cold treatment. I'm just as smart as you, just as much of a good person as you (if not better). In fact, you and I used to be the best of friends, but then you completely changed, and now I'm edgy just being in your presence. Now you're alone. I hope you like the situation you've created for yourself.
I don't like who you've become.
I heard what you said about me today. (Someone who likes me better than you told me. Surprised?) This person told me that you were shocked when I got a better grade on an AP Chem Free Response question than you did. I got a 9 (the highest score possible) and you got a 7. You were complaining to my informant, and automatically assumed that I copied my work from someone else-- that the work could not have POSSIBLY been my own. Are you serious? Are you really that much of a stuck-up bitch?? Guess what: you're not that good at Chemistry. You only seem good at it because you sit near people who help you with every little equation and basically do the work for you. And you wonder why Mr. Allen didn't ask you to go to that Science Convention thingy last week. He knows that there are people more deserving that you, people who actually really understand chemistry and are naturally good at it.
And hey, I did that question all by myself, thank you very much. Just like I always do. I can figure it out for myself, unlike you.
On a brighter note... besties!
1 comment:
ahahaha. i love you. uhhhh. i think i somehow ended up having plans with her on sunday.i must somehow finagle my way out of this...
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