I am not a hateful person, I really am not. But there comes a point where I stop being ridiculously nice, and start standing up for myself.
And unless you've hurt my feelings, I usually won't attack you or say anything mean, but I am going to state the facts.
And in this case, you're fucking up.
You've been my friend since what, 7th grade? Maybe elementary. I don't know. And I've always considered you to be a real chill girl, and for the most part, you've been real. But lately...I just. Nah. I don't know what it is, but you've changed. And as much as you'd like to deny it, I know you were partly responsible for the facebook shit, and regardless of how you saw it, the my birthday dinner shit was rude. And for you to just randomly ask me for a favor? A huge one at that, it's just...insulting.
So go ahead. Talk your shit and delete me on facebook, but at the end of the day, I haven't done a thing wrong. And I'll just be waiting for you to grow up so maybe we can be friends again.
