Ex Nihilo

Flies in my Hair

Natalie, Natalie, Natalie.

I’m starting to wonder if I really want to be her friend anymore. She’s starting to really piss me off. I’m starting to hatre her, and sometimes, I consider bitchslapping her. In fact, if she keeps up this bullshit, I think I will hit her. I’m sick and tired of her crushing me because I have a love-life and she’s too much of a wimp to even attempt to get one herself. She thinks that I’ll stop hanging out with her because I have a boyfriend, or something. I don’t know anymore, because she won’t even tell me. I don’t care either, really, but I’m suck of her. If she gets mad at me one more god damn time because I mention going over to David’s house/ going out with Tel Aviv/ whatever, I swear, I will boot her from this house until she’s ready to be a real friend and not some com,plete asshole who can’t seem to figure out teh meaning of me having things that she doesn’t have. Well, gee Natalie. Unlike you, I’m not a spoiled fucking bitch. So, when I get something, it’s because I DESERVE IT!

Right now, I’m more than angry with her. I want to kill her. She’s acting like an idiot. Then again, she’s always been an idiot.

Maybe I would be better off without friends…