Wednesday, 21 September 2011
01:15:14 AM (GMT)
You used to seem like such a nice, girly girl. What in the fuck happened to you? Now
you're just a giant bitch who has no respect for other people's feelings. Everything
you said... just added another scar.
I thought you had the decency to know what to say and what not to say in public.
ESPECIALLY in high school.
September something, last week. Tuesday or Wednesday. English class. It's almost
over. Mrs. Layte gives us some free time. Amanda's out, so Alisa comes and takes her
place next to me. We chat. Ari is behind Alisa. Ari and Alisa get into a poke war
with a pen. I try to stop, telling them they're being immature. Ari stops. She sees a
scar on my arm. "What, are you emo?" She makes a cutting motion and laughs. "No. I
was running in Myrtle beach in a fountain and I fell. Scraped my elbow." I explained,
telling the complete truth. "Yeah, sure." She says, making the cutting motion again.
"Why would people want to cut themselves, anyway? It's really dumb. People who do
that are dumb. It's just... it's so stupid! why would you want to deal with that?
Augh." I look at her. "You know, that's really offensive. I know people with problems
with that. It's a serious matter." I explain, pissed. "They just do it for attention.
they're so stupid!" "Knock it off, Ari. Wicked offensive." I turn around and look at
my worksheet, steaming. She keeps going on to herself behind me. I turn back to her.
"You want the truth? I've had a problem with cutting. I seriously don't think my
friend would want to say that kind of thing to me, considering what could happen." I
turn back to Alisa, my paper, the bell rings, I walk out.
Thanks, Ari. I stopped for a while. I was proud of it. Auntie Julie was proud of it.
We can stop being proud now.
So yeah. I just wanted to thank the bitch I though was my friend, the one I thought
cared about me.
DAMN, was I wrong.