Dear Fay,
You haven't been checking your phone so let me say this, my mom. My mom. My mother. I was mad at her already so she asked me to take out the dogs and of course I won't reply, see here is out conversation.
Mom: Can u let dogs out?
So sorry to bother you with your responsibilities
Like okay bitch. Didn't ask for your opinion. And then!! OH NO BABE IT GETS FUCKING BETTER. SHE ACTS PERFECTLY DANDY IN THE FAMILY GROUP CHAT. AND ASKS US TO PUT AWAY OUT LAUNDRY BC SHE WANTS TO DO HERS. LIKE BITCH IM NOT FINE OKAY. Then Brie and I had a crying fest as you can see on my snapchat story. I'm just so done with her and her shit, drama, and judgment. I can't wait to move out. I'm fucking done. And after she sent that text to me I wanted to tell her, 'I'm the mistake after all, so what's it to you? ' TAKE THAT! Anyways. That's my day. I told you about the field trip that was a disaster. Anyways. I'm just rambling now.
I love you,
Rose
YOU ARE READING
Dear Fay
RandomWhen your internet best friend decides you've come too close what do you do after you part ways? One way would be talk about it. Another would be to become depressed or even suicidal. Rose's way is to write. And she writes, pretending to talk to Fay...
