Sick.

I am sick of thinking that I am the one who is doing something wrong. I am not doing anything. It is all her. She can't  handle the little things, how is she going to handle marriage? Honestly. I cannot wait until she moves out and her negativity is away from me. I am a happy person and I am happy with the person I am. She has asked me to change the little things, and I did. I asked her to change and she didn't. So I'm not going to pretend to be friends with her anymore. I can't be fake anymore.

Every little thing I say to her has a bitchy, prissy response on her end. The only reason why I don't like her anymore is because she thinks that I'm such a  bad person. Well, no, SHE is the bad person. She can post things on Tumblr about how I disturb her sleep and she can complain to her family members and/or boyfriend (fiance, whatever) about how my hair gets all over the floor and it reminds her of her dad. Right? Well at least she had a dad while growing up. I did not. I would love to have had my dad's long hair (if he did have long hair) all over the place. It's not a good memory or a bad memory, but at least it is a MEMORY. She thinks her life is so freaking horrible and that her fiance and dog are the only good things in her life, but it seems like she has more than she's saying. I'm not saying that my life was so horrible, but it was pretty dang hard and I'm the positive person I am today because of those hardships. Nothing is going to bring me down, especially not some stuck up, immature girl. There. I lowered myself down to her level and posted something on the internet instead of talking things out like a normal human being. Happy?