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Friday, 8 July 2011
01:57:18 AM (GMT)
you don't have to read this

I’m done being your rock; your security.  I’m done advising you, half-joking
whole-hearted, that going to the hospital over menstrual cramps is a waste of
tax-payer dollars.  I’m done helping you get A's in school.  If you can’t do it
yourself then you don’t deserve it.  I’m done listening to you complain about
getting your phone taken away.  Try respecting your parents next time.  I’m done
make the world all better over the tiniest little things, while you just smile at my
problems and go, “Awww, MC.” 

No.  “Awww, MC,” does not cut it anymore.  You know I’m not the type of person
who needs outside help for almost anything.  I’ve told you before I don’t believe
in taking Tylenol for headaches or cramps and it’s the same thing- I don’t ask
for your help if I don’t genuinely need it.  Please show me some goddamn
consideration.  I’m not asking for a solution or anything; I’m just asking for
support.  For you to take me seriously.  You say I’m your best friend but you have
no respect for me.  I sit around all day letting you whine about getting your phone
taken away, or not having an iPhone, or how annoying your brother is, or this ache
and that pain.  Goddammnit you don’t even know pain!

I’m tired of you trash-talking my friends right to my face, too.  You can say
whatever you want about them for whatever they did to you, but you know what?  I wish
I was that brave.  I wish I could look you in the eye and tell you what a bitch you
are being to me.  They have been better friends to me than you ever will be.

I don’t mind you coming to me- I just need to be able to come to you, too.  I have
a dance workshop next month, and this is what I’m going to do.  When you text me to
ask how it’s going, I’m going to tell you.  I’m going to tell you that my feet
are bleeding and I can’t stand up straight.  I’m going to tell you that the Epsom
salts help eventually but at first they just make it so much worse- so bad you could
cry.  I’m going to tell you that I feel like throwing up.  I’m going to tell you
that my whole body hurts so badly that I feel as though my joints are crying and my
muscles are screaming in agony.  I’m going to tell you that I can’t sleep, and
I’m so nervous to boot.  I’m going to tell you that more than anything, I want to
go home.

If you say “Awww, MC,” then we are no longer friends.

chrissy_is_nice says :   8 July 2011   495932  
hey when you read this can you send me a message?


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