Devious Journal Entry

why are you so uninterested in anything i say, and expect me to hang on every word that comes out of your 'oh-so-superior' mouth?

you're such a good friend, ol' buddy, ol' pal. you think you're better than everyone else, but guess what? you're really not.

save your "lol"s and "cool"s and "mmm"s for somebody who'll listen, because right now, i'm done with it. you can talk about your amazing, angsty life to someone else, and i'll get on with mine.

you'll know who you are if you bother to read this, and i hope you do. i hope that you worry yourself to death wondering if it really is about you. i know that you do that, because everything seems to centre around you. well, you're in luck, because this journal was meant for you, and only you. think of it as a dedication to how much you make me want to rip my own hair out. this journal says that i'm sick and tired of your crap, because i'm just too much of a coward to say it to your face.