Yes, I’m talking about you, the one who self-righteously declared herself (or himself? …Your identity crisis problems are especially irritating (especially when you keep on rubbing it on our faces given the innecessity), be lesbian if you are a lesbian, not some half-assed undecided lady-lover afraid to acknowledge yourself) my “best friend”. Who the hell do you think you are to label me ‘mean’ and ‘inconsiderate’ after all this time? You have the nerve to call me out on my faults and not have the balls to live up to yours?

You are a big fat hypocrite.

Reason #1: You do not dictate what I should and shouldn’t do. I’m of age and maturity to know the consequences of my own actions—you are not my keeper, and you don’t even know me well enough to compare your ‘lovelorn problems’ with that of my experiences.

Reason #2: Do you think anyone could care more about your flirtatious pursuits in this day and age? You act so high and mighty, thinking you’ve built up so many friendships over college, but who among them would really stick up for you because they actually care?

People have better things to do on the internet rather than read about your ‘mysteriously written out love problems’—that’s why I told you to make a Tumblr account in the first place. Say what? Unfollow you? I already did. I just feel bad for the people following you. Do you even know the concept of shame, or self respect?

Reason #3: Social media is all a matter of respect and maturity. You can’t always expect some sort of one-sided relationship wherein we have to put up with all of the crap you post (every 3 minutes), if you want to be respected, then act freaking respectable. (I have a reputation to uphold and henceforth will not be openly using any curses…here.) What I mean essentially is you should stop acting like a pathetic little puppy kicked around in the dirt if you so crave the respect from your colleagues.

Reason #4: I’m not being mean, I’m being honest. And crap, if you’re going to be whiny all the time, I can’t put up with it any more. Your time isn’t the only time the world follows, people have things to do. Papers to finish, exams to study for. And if you think that was me being mean, then you clearly know nothing about me.

I don’t have to explain to you why I go through the length of purposely pissing off those close to me, because those people know me enough to understand. I thought you did too, but you proved otherwise.