Let me hear you call my name.
 Well, we meet again. I'm Alexa, but you already know that. However, you might call me Lexi, which is cool. Like me, cool that is. I make my own friendship bracelets like it's my job. But it's not. I work at a seasonal restaurant. I have an iPhone and we all know that makes me superior or something. Oh yeah, I'm like 21 or something like that. I love photography and have a Nikon D60... which I don't use. What more could you want from me? Just read. More than words.
You know you love me, too.
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You mean the world to me.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
After I settled down some, I realized... I have better friends than you anyway. I think of Sarah, Commesso, Sami, Amanda G, Dani, Veronica, Pam, Liza, Mike and all of my new friends Alyssa, Glenn, Will and John. The more I think about it, the more I'm not so angry at you anymore. I don't bash on my friends, I don't talk shit about my friends behind their backs, I just exist with them. I don't sit there and make fun of them all. You do though. You're soooo temperamental, though too. One second you're mad at someone for some ridiculous reason and then the second you have nobody else to deal with you, or somebody else to get mad at, you're like "OHHH but we're best friends!" Yeah, that sounds like a great friend to me. Example: Melanie? How many times have you thrown her under a bus? I've heard you talk so much shit about your "best friend." Oh and another example: PC. "I hate that fucking bitch," and then the next day you're like "we'll never be separated again." If you really want to know why this happens all the time? Well, besides the total YOU factor in this, people get fed up with being abused and mistreated. So you found someone to take your abuse, congrats. Honestly, though, wouldn't you have true blue friends. Wouldn't you rather not have to worry "are they going to be around in a month or two?" I don't care what you do anymore. You're unimportant and you really have never influenced my life. Now that I have thought of it though, I'm better off without you in my life. God knows what you said behind my back. I don't think we ever really had any conflicts face-to-face, but I know you've definitely said shit behind my back. I never got that about girls. Why they had to talk about their FRIENDS behind their back. (Not like other people, that's a WHOLE other topic.) I mean, I guess I could understand a little better if the person isn't well received in a group of friends. I never figured I was that person, though. I always thought I was well liked. Maybe I'm very wrong about this, but I really don't understand why you pick on your nearest and dearest. Hopefully this will be my last blog about you. I'm still reeling from it all, and I'm still really hurt. So it might not be. I thank all of my real friends though, the ones who are going to stick by me no matter what. And I hope I thank them well enough and I hope they realize I would never talk bad about them. I'm so over that stage in my life. I'm beginning to become upfront with the people I do and don't like. I tell them what I think, when I think it. It's the only payment I have. I love you all listed above. You make my like 10000x easier. You're the best. Even if you don't know what happened, thank you for sticking with me. You mean the world to me. |
Goodbye.
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