Because when you wake at 5am and the first facebook post you see screws you over..

Friendship. More like fuckship.

Because that’s what happens to you, right? Your “friends” fuck you over all the time. And normally you’d know better; you’d protect yourself, but that’s the thing isn’t it. Betrayal and hurt comes when you least expect it. And they hurt the worst, because of how unprepared you feel in the aftermath.

So I guess the jokes on me, right? Because hey, congratufuckinglations, you pulled a quick one over the private school kid. You must be so proud of yourself, huh?

In my defense, I can take care of myself and guard my back against backstabbing bitches that you expect to find in private schools, I just wasn’t expecting this nest of snakes here. Because you look at how nice and naïve and noble and nondescript they are, and you think to yourself, oh how adorable. Guessed I missed out on nasty, nauseating, needy, negligent, neurotic, and nosy. Besides, you hardly expect this kind of betrayal from your best friends.

I salute you, for how low you can stoop. Actually, scratch that. You’re not stooping at all, are you? Because come to think of it, I’ve seen you do this, in fact, all your online acquaintance has seen you do this with your (ex) boyfriend. (On a side note, what the fuck is going on? Are you back on? Are you on a break? Actually, which guy is it right now? Kinda hard to keep track.) Real classy and mature of you. And to think that we’re all adults here.

Don’t start a war that you can’t win, missy.

I could stoop down to your level, and play your dirty little games, full of deceit and lies and poison, but I’m better than that.

But don’t think that you can trample all over me.

I’m sticking two fat middle fingers up your face.

One when I claim ownership to being the subject of your facebook status update. Because if you don’t have the balls to call me up on it, I’ll just fucking do you a favor and own up to it.

And one more, with this blog post. This is different from your passive-aggressive cowardice on facebook because one, I’m not putting this up for all our online acquaintances to see – if someone stumbles upon this post, they made the effort to come visit a blog which I update sporadically, at best, and two, it’s my blog and I can do whatever the hell I want with it.

So here’s a big old Fuck You.