It's your write

You know what I hate most? The fact that you follow me on tumblr. I regret helping you make one, and having you follow me. I mean don’t get me wrong, and just because you’re my best friend doesn’t mean I want you to follow my blog. I feel like I’m limited to say my opinions now. The fact that I can no longer vent or just blog when I’m mad at you, or just want to go kfljsdljfklsdflsdkjfdflsdfd and type things out, I know you’ll read it and it will mess up our friendship.

I wish I can just have you unfollow me, I think I’ll be a much happier person.

I’m really mad at you. You, my best friend, did not give me ANYTHING for my birthday. For the many years we’ve known each other, just because i was out of town the day of doesn’t mean that you could just forget me. It’s not that you don’t have money, you do. You spent all your money on buying new clothes and trying to look fabulous for your new boyfriend. Every since you got a new boyfriend, you’ve changed so much. The outside appearance is all that matters to you now, always having to look perfect, looking at the mirror every freaking two minutes. Seriously, who the hell needs a mirror to put on clear chapstick?

Also, I don’t know if I can say you’re my best friend anymore. I call you when I need you and you didn’t even pick up. You didn’t even care, and I know for a fact you’re not busy, although you lied and said you are. I called and ask your sister where you were and she said you’re just watching TV and eating. You ignored my phone call on purpose, but lied to me and said you’re studying and busy and can’t talk.

I wish I can vent on my own blog, but I can’t. I wish you didn’t follow me. You’re not even a real tumblr user, you follow less than 10 people and never post anything anyway, why do you even have it?

You’re getting boring, really boring. You’re starting to really piss me off.