daily dose of reality.

Venting.

It's late at night and know what? I'm in a fucking bad mood again.

I was A-OKAY until now. I am so sick and tired. If you read this, you probably know this is about you. Yes, I'm talking shit about you. But, do I give a damn? No, I really don't. Because I've been wanting to speak up since the beginning of time.

You are a copy-cat. There isn't even a word to describe you. There just isn't. I'm a hypocrite, but I'm stating this as a fact: You are a bitch.

You have taken my ideas. And that's not even just using me as "inspiration" or some shit. You are copying each and every one of my work. I started writing fanfics, so did you. I started an online diary, so did you. I write about me day, you write something EXACTLY THE FUCKING SAME. It may not be plagiarism, but altering the words and changing the position does not make a difference at all. And I know for a God damn fact that my work is quality.

I don't care if you think of me as a bitch or whatever the hell you say, I can bear it. I'm not the only one who feels the same way. You wonder why people aren't your friends when its quite obvious to say that you are just. . . I don't even know the correct word to say.

Tatiana and I: we've been dying to tell you every single thing we dislike about you. And let me tell you, it would take hours, maybe even days. We vent out to each because of the fact we can't stand you at times. During some points, we actually like you, but then you do something that's complete bullshit and turn our friendship into hatred.

Nicole, I've had a problem with her for the longest time. But, she learned the ins and outs of me and now, we get along completely well and I love her. But you. You never changed. A lot of the people who surround you have made it so fucking clear what our problem is with you. And yet, you decide to be as blind as a mole and ignore that. You wonder why we exclude you? I don't know, maybe because you just don't listen or you're invading. I know when to leave people alone, but you don't.

You wonder why I don't consider you my best friend? Because of how clingy and too attached you can be. Yes, that is why.

Finally, I've had the nerve to let this all out. I've been trapped in a bubble, dying to burst out and scream out all my issues with you. I know, I didn't do this personally or even mentioned your name. But, you should know who you are. I'm finally happy to have addressed this. But really. I'm tired of having to be fake around you. Call me two-faced, or whatever, but it's true.

Try not to talk to me. At all. Or I might say something. Again.