Dear Best Friend Who Thinks You're All That,
Let me start of with a massive FUCK YOU! I'm tired of you treating me like shit! You use me as your own personal punching bag. Bragging about how you only weight 103 pounds, you van get any guy you want, you'r perfectly flat stomach, huge boobs and ass. Just stop! You don't pay attention to anyone else, but your fucking self. You say all this fucking shit because you know it pisses me off and you know I'll never do anything about it! Well fuck you, I'm finally standing up I sick off your shit. Ever since J and you broke up you've changed and defiantly not for the better. You use to tell me you hated fake people, well turn around and look at yourself in the mirror because that's exactly what you've become, a fake ass bitch. You bag on me because I like to wear sweatpants out and to school, that would be because I honestly don't give a flying fuck what people think about me. So what if I like food, shut the fuck up I'm not going to stave myself to be stick thin. Pull the fucking stick out of your ass and stop acting like you're better than everyone else, because you are NOT!
