Friday, February 22, 2008

Teen Angst: I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating

that's what you get when you let your heart win.

Good morning! I feel good today. I was able to vent about a lot of things and I feel better too. As irritated as I was about everything yesterday, I feel great about it today. For the first time, you were being obnoxious and I was genuinely annoyed. I didn't think it was cute at all. Which is awesome. It probably means I'm slowly getting over you. I'm no longer blinded by puppy love and instead of ignoring your bullshit when I see it, I'm getting fed up. Can you sense it? Eventually I'll get to a point where I can call you out on it without being a total bitch (or at least I hope I can get there). It doesn't mean that I like you any less. You're a great friend (an even more valuable ally ) and there's a reason why I put myself through so much agony when I thought our friendship was going to change. Let's face it, we make a great team. Suddenly something tells me that maybe you were only so close to me for that week because I was still trying to work things out between you and Justin. Now that I've stopped trying, you don't really care as much either. Francis is right. You are selfish but people tolerate it (and are even blind to it) because you're fun to be around. That's more manipulative than anything. You bitch. No one sees it because they just eat up what you spoon feed them ("I am AWESOME, bow down to me!") and don't think twice about your actions vs. your words. Because you do have the shit to back it up. That's frustrating for me to watch now that I see it. And I want to tear you down. But I'm not going to because you haven't done anything to deserve it and I don't hate you. Plus I've been a member of the Fan Club. Hell, I was president for awhile. I don't know why it took two months to find what was wrong with you, maybe I was just used to it immunized because of my brother. But let me tell you, the grass is greener on this side of your looking glass. I'm having a dance party all by myself over here in Wonderland but I'm not going to try to convince anyone else to join me on this side. I'll let you keep that, at least.

Oh. By the way. Do us all a favor and keep your shirt on.
No one wants to see your pasty white stomach.