People think I’m weird because starting around this time every year, I snatch up all of the window seats. I’m not a fucking weirdo, I have a good reason. Around this time is when the spring breezes start. I can’t explain it (believe me, I’ve tried to before), but there’s just a certain smell on the wind. I don’t know if I’m the only one who can smell it, but every other person I’ve asked has looked at me like I’m a lunatic.
So you know what, if I need a spring breeze to help me get through one class with the rest of you intolerable assholes, just let me have my spring breeze in peace.
Because you irritate me like nothing else in this world. You really don’t treat “friends” the way you treat us. I used to care but at this point it doesn’t matter anymore, I hope you have an awesome time with your new friends. What was it you called us? Your “old, shitty friends”?
Right. Remember which of your old, shitty friends took care of you when you were upset and made sure you were alright. You will never find anyone like us, I promise you that. And don’t try to act like you’re with us again when shit starts to hit the fan and you don’t have anywhere else to turn to. Because now I know what you really are and I promise you can’t use us anymore.
I guarantee your new and more “mature” friends won’t give two shits about what happens to you or how you feel. You want to graduate from your high school friends and move onto bigger things? Go right ahead. Because the truth is, you never really had our backs. You sat there and complained and even had me misuse what I can do just because you were caught up on every guy who happened to ask you for the time?
You keep talking about how we need to grow up and find more mature things to do but you’re the one who needs to grow the fuck up. Honestly, you’re a little girl. It was cute in the eighth grade. You’re a senior in high school. You still think this is appropriate? You still think you can treat people like this and get away with it? Lemme answer that for you: No, you cant.
I decided today that I was going to do better for myself. And that means that I don’t give a single fuck what you think about me because I know I have better friends. That also means that I finally have the balls to say this. Your life isn’t a fairy tale. Shit, as far as I can tell, it won’t ever be a fairy tale. No one’s life will be. Stop trying to act like it is. You are not better than any of us. I promise you that. And likewise, maybe none of us are better than you. But how dare you act like we owe you something. We don’t owe you shit. If anything, you owe us an apology for abusing friendships like you have and expecting us to turn our heads.
Grow up, sweetheart. Not everything is going to be sunshine and rainbows. And if you fuck with the wrong people, they’ll fuck you right back. This time, you fucked with the wrong people.
And it actually went really well. Surprising. So we’re both on the same page and we’re both going to start seeing other people seriously now, but he’s still my best friend and I’m still his. We didn’t even yell at each other this time.
Mike was giving me weird looks all day. Whoops. Note to self: Stop drunk texting.
But on the bright side, I drew an awesome picture that describes my week. I gave it to Katie.