You know there is nothing I can do with this? It's so pointless. Oh, God. They say she misses me. You know what? I don't care anymore. I don't care if that's true or not anymore. First of all, I don't believe it. Not a single word of it. Secondly, I've seen the truth of her. The reality behind the mask of deception and lies. I don't want to be friends with someone who's going to fuck me over like that. If she were really my friend, this entire situation would not have happened...or would it have? I can't believe that's true. I can't believe that someone could truly be my friend, be close to me, and then turn around and ruin my life like that. I knew she was like this. I've seen her do it to others. What the fuck made me think I was different? What made me think that was somehow special, above this putrid treatment? People always think it's going to somehow be different with them, don't they? I can't stand this. Homework needs to be done and I'm sitting here ranting, in Jayne Mansfield's car. Except without Jayne or the car. So I'm just sitting here ranting. Oh, crap. It's time to put an end to this whining. HOMEWORK!!!
