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Just A Rant-Don't Bother Reading

These past few months have been horrible. All I do is drag my feet day thru day, counting the moments till I get to be back in CA. I thought I would be coming home to my friends. The people I trust, the ones that promised to always be here for me. One of the friends I used to trust most is who I want to talk about right, and get ready to be put on blast bitch. So I come home to you seemingly to do well, you have a new place and a new car. You show me your room for the first time, you have all these new clothes. A walk in closet full, tags hanging from countless items. You tell me you bought a magnet, the kind they have at the register in department stores. You go into changing rooms and take tags off the clothing and steal everything you can get your hands on. You have become this heartless, cold, selfish bitch. I don't even recognize you anymore. I heard you stole a mans social security number, ruined his life, got his children taken away, and his girl to leave him. Your boyfriend is ashamed to be with you, he wont even let you tag him in a picture when you cant even see his face. You haven't met his parents once, you've been dating for over a year? You don't understand why you cant show off your love on social media. Maybe its cause you look high in every single one of your photos on social media. You think your invincible and that everybody is so clueless-reality check, work is fully aware of the fact that you smoke dark and clear. You are more loyal to the dick then to your girls that ride for you. You keep all your guy friends around you, but no surprise there, you’ve slept with almost every single one of them. I met someone who has known you since you were very young, he didn't have a single nice thing to say about you. Most of the people from your past hate you, you haven't kept a single life long friend. I wonder why? Could it be that you are truly a psychotic? You play puppet master with the group of friends you have managed to keep, most of them stick around because they need their dope. Not because you are a thrill to be around. You invite people over because you cant stand to be alone with your thoughts. You sit on your phone and ignore everyone, stay up all night fighting with your best friends boyfriend after she asked you not to text, but god forbid you cant be in control of everything around you. Im watching your life crumble around you, I tried to be there. I texted you everyday, I offered my company, I offered an ear to listen. You treated me like fucking shit. Now I will sit on the side lines and watch you become more alone, less attractive, and get older and older. Your almost 40 and your entire life consists of nothing but stealing clothes from the mall, serving tables, and smoking dark and clear. Eating Xanax your dirty doctor prescribes you, while your family looks at your with shame. You lie about everything you do. You have a camera in your room, not only a camera, but its hooked up with microphones as well. You keep the photoage too. Some weirdo shit, you watch people while they come to visit you. You watch what people do when you leave the room. You had your best friend (the one I mentioned already) house sit while you went on vacation, you found photoage of her walking naked in your room, you showed a couple of those guys you are so loyal to. Your sick. Your cat died because you smoke too much meth around him. You ignorant asshole. You are only months from completely pathetic. Oh, I forgot to mention you came home early from that vacation  because you are such an embarrassment to your family that they looked thru your bag to find you foil. You think you don't look high, but you do, you don't think your boss family friends know, we all know. I once had your back, I would of done anything for you, but now all I plan on doing is watching you fall. Just the same way you cheered on all my failures because you feed off that shit you sick bitch. I cant wait for the day that you are alone, with nothing but your drugs, your thoughts, and the countless items of stolen merchandise. This one is for you, FUCK YOU.

Love your last true friend. Peace bitch.