She's a Fleeting Fox

I really don't like you now that I've lived with you. You are so fucking whiny, you think you're a princess, and you complain about everything and anything. You think everyone is out to get to you, or that if someone even acknowledges you that they want to be your friend. Truth is, you have a really dull and unlikable personality. And the people who are your friends, are only your friends because they only see a certain side of you. If they lived with you, like I do, they probably wouldn't like you much either.

I'm nice, generous, and don't have trouble compromising with people. But you--it's either your way or the highway--and that doesn't work when you're living with someone in the same room. 

You cry over the stupidest things. You're roughly 5 years older than I am and you act like a freshman in high school. You weren't raised to have tough skin, obviously. Fuck, I don't even know if you were raised correctly at all. I know all parents aren't great, and mine doesn't deserve a fucking award, but damn....

at least my parents taught me that life sucks, people are shitty, and you need to get over it.
Maybe it's because I'm cynical, but maybe it's because I'm right.

Also, nobody gives a flying fuck about what you talk about on Facebook. Nobody cares about whether or not you got an A on your English paper or you bought a certain thing or whatever. It doesn't matter. You don't matter.