teenage angst.

this blog needs a disclaimer: i'm really fucking pissed. proceed with caution because i don't care who reads or who knows, this is me ranting.

i'm so tired of the bullshit. i'm tired of of people who say one thing and do another. i'm tired of people who assume that just because they have a title that they automatically deserve respect. well, respect has to be earned and lying to people is not the way to get it. antagonizing those around you and attempting to manipulate the people who, if life were working as it should, would respect your title is what gains you the hatred of which i currently feel for you.
you remind me of this girl that i grew up with who can proudly say she single-handedly ruined my childhood. due to proximity, i felt obligated to be her friend but forcing myself to like her resulted in her having the ability to manipulate me and that is exactly what you are trying to do. well fuck you, everyone knows you're a liar and that you're irresponsible. you cannot blame your faults on others because unlike my neighbor, you've already been discovered for who you really are. so don't go around blaming your faults on others- i don't care how good of an actress you think, or maybe you truly, are, i don't buy any of it for one minute.
so stop calling.
stop pretending to be my friend.
quit trying to get me to love you.
stop talking about being my facebook friend.
don't ever speak negatively about someone who i care about and the follow it with 'but this is just between you and me, of course'.
because nothing is 'just between you and me' .
there is you and there is me. let me be me and i will deal with you in my own way that i deem least likely to result in the loss of all of my sanity.
you'll be gone soon, but not soon enough.

this might be excessively negative, and i might be overreacting. but you have had so many chances, and you have fucked up so many times. you have said so many things, and i'm tired of listening to your lies.

irate,
emma