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Deal with it, it's ranting. And ranting is all you're gonna get.

Sometimes I wonder if I have friends that care. Some prefer to talk to or hang out with people they don't even know and leave me in the dark. I'm not told much at all, and then I'm expected to be a "good friend" (and how am I your "best friend"- you don't treat me like I am) and help them through situations that they got themselves into. And I'm penalized or blamed if I decide to ignore them just as they ignored me. Shrug off my advice, will you? Well, guess what- I don't give a s**t about how much whining you do because you're getting to be pathetic. You say that you're a sweetheart- but you come off as a slut, "babe". You don't just walk in front of a camera sans shirt. I'm tired of the biting- it just pisses me off. I'm tired of the "I can't sleep"s- take more nighttime meds. I'm tired of "I'm sick"s because I want to shove a respirator down your throat. You crave attention, you're a hypochondriac. Exercise, ******** it. You're gaining more weight. How can you expect me to be a good friend when I have never done anything to hurt or offend you other than responses to the hits you deal me. You're not tough at all- you're weak- in the heart and in the body. The people you blame for the insults you've dealt me have no reason to lie to me- but apparently you do. So stick up for whatever the ******** you believe in and tell me to my face. The worst thing that could happen is that I don't talk to you anymore- but hey, you already started that. Stop crying to your mommy about how cruel I am, ignoring you. She blames me for what you bring unto yourself. Then it'll spread like the virus you are, sickly little thing, until it infects everything it touches. I'm not to blame for your selfishness. ******** you, b***h.