Let me think of all of the reasons that I don’t hang out with you anymore:
You’re both awful friends, simply put.
Friend number one: I saw this coming, because to be honest, since about third grade, you’ve been a shitty friend. You always replace me with some new friend that comes along. You treat your friends like toys. You rely on your money (which isn’t going to last forever) and you “good looks”. Guys find you attractive because you have curves. That’s about it. Other than that, you’re not pretty. Inside or out.
Friend number two: You are so fake. You calling me fake is just about the funniest thing I’ve heard in a good long time. You rely on all of these stories from your past because you have no future. THERE. I said it. You will get nowhere because you are lazy and don’t actually want to do anything with your life. I hope you stay in Texas and “settle”. Because to be honest, you can’t do any better.
And to both of you: There is a reason why I don’t hang out with you. When my friends (the only ones I actually have left in Willis that don’t pretend to like me just for the hell of it like its some sort of game?) told me what you said about me…. Man. I didn’t want to believe it. But the sad thing is, I didn’t doubt it for a second. Because I’ve heard you say this stuff! I’ve seen you gossip about me like there’s no tomorrow! I’m just trying to sympathize with your goal here, and really, there isn’t a positive one. All of these things are hateful and spiteful and just downright… mean. I have distanced myself from you because I am scared what I would do to you if I had the chance. It’s disgusting that you guys still hug me and call me your “friend” when you see me in class. Like really? Who do you think you’re kidding. Because you’ve already told the whole school how you hate me and think I’m the world’s biggest attention whore and I make up these nasty awful rumors about myself just to make people look my way. Because that makes total sense. I started being quiter and less involved to get attention. Yup. Perfect sense made there. And the fact that you both brouhgt up my parents is what drove me over the edge. The truth is, I have kept so much shit from you its not even funny. You cannot even begin to understand. You both live in perfect homes. And don’t say that you don’t like “Reagan, you don’t even know.” BUT I DO. Why? Because you both go around talking about how much you love life and your parents are so sweet and loving and giving you hundreds of dollars for no reason and let you do whatever you want with whoever you want because they “trust you”. What are you accomplishing here, seriously. I guess you’re just trying to make up for your real lack of personality that you both live through your money and each other.