G o o d N e w s ! S h e ' s D e a d !

I can't say I didn't tell you so.
You asked to talk to me civilly.
I was reluctant, because I didn't want to talk to you.
I haven't wanted to talk to you either.
I have been perfectly fine since we stopped talking.
Granted the first week or so I bitched about you for a while?
But I was more than okay with it.
I haven't missed you.
I haven't really cared that you're out of my life.
But you had to ruin that, didn't you.

Oh, and stop making yourself a victim with all this "I'm the only exception" bullshit.
You're the only person I've actually seriously cut from my life because you're the only mistake I've ever actually made when it comes to friends.
I don't even know why you're trying to bring cutting up as an excuse, because you really have no reasn to do so.
People that are seriously depressed? Don't cut and then update their Livejournal saying "yay for throwing up and cutting!? lulz?!" or something to that effect. They don't advertise it like they just got a 96 on their science test. Though I'm sure you've never achieved something like that to know how it feels anyway.
You don't know Kate.
At all.
And to try to even HINT that you possibly know something about her that I don't?
Is completely ridiculous
You will never know her like I do, so stop pretending like it's some great thing when you learn something and try to rub it in my face.
Camden?
Same deal.
You don't know her so quit the fucking judging.
You never will know her through me, either, because I wouldn't want her to meet someone that has fucked around with my head.
Don't twist this into some "but you play mind games on me wah wah wah"
Because guess what!
I haven't mentioned you in every blog post and livejournal post since we've stopped talking.
If I have, it's been about how much I hate you.
L U L Z .

I am sick and tired of you, Nichole.
And I don't think you really understand that.
I think you just assume I'm in a bad mood and will just cool off and come talking to you again.
You are sadly mistake, little girl.

You couldn't even make a thirty minute conversation without starting shit.
Congratu-fucking-lations.

I hate you.