I’m not quite the daughter my parents wanted me to be. But with that comes the assumption that I’m doing a lot worse than I really am. They don’t understand that I’ve lead the most boring, and lonely, and sometimes even heart breaking, kind of life. I’m ok with it I guess, but then sometimes I’m not.

About 98% of the people I’ve met in my lifetime are people that ultimately do not need me. They don’t care about me whatsoever. And as far back as I can remember, the times that I’ve cried it’s been for that reason. As my best friend for the last 8 years, you’re the one person that should not be part of that 98%. But God, do you let me down. I remember a couple years ago when you had that problem at school and I said I’d be there for you. I woke up late but I ran all the way to school just to be there. I didn’t care about how embarrassing it must’ve been, my ipod was my most treasured possession at the time and it fell and broke, and I even pushed my therapy appointment to a later time just to be there. That was when I really knew I loved you and I was going to do anything for you. You didn’t go to my graduation which was the best day of my life because you were too tired, you never come see me, you’re never the first one who even wants to see me, I can never confide in you about anything because you’re in love and you found the right guy and I didn’t and so I need to get over it, you’re just not there. You don’t need me. You don’t need me at all. And you think you can make things up to me by taking me out to lunch to probably the same place we always go because that’s what YOU want, but that’s not what making it up to me is. I need to know that we’ve been in this for the last 8 years for a reason. But you just don’t seem to need me. If I ever get married and invite you to the wedding, I’m just going to go ahead and assume YOU WON’T BE THERE. I’m done. I really am. It’s one thing to get this kinda shit from a guy but from the people you think are always gonna be there through thick and thin…I can’t even finish this without feeling terrible about it. It’s bullshit. Have fun at Disneyland, since it’s too good to pass up. Let me know when you start to need me again, because the great thing about having me as a friend is you know you can fuck me over and I’ll still be there.