Dear Rose:
It has been torture listening to you bellyache for the past year; pure torture. Everday, you manage to come up with more complaints, more woe is me, more drivel. You are eighteen years old now...please grow up. And here we are now, on this last day of the year, New Year's Eve. You have made your last entry in me and I say, hallelulujah, praise the Lord. We're done. Same thing i bet your poor boyfriend is saying now that he's transferred to a new university. Oh, he says its for the "better" engineering program but im pretty sure its about putting plenty of space between the two of you. i don't know how he has put up with you for this long.
By the way, how is the diet coming along? Splendidly, Im sure, since i saw you shoving that enormous piece of German chocolate cake down your pie hole last night. Every other day, you come to me whining about your thunder thighs and fat ass. Then, you begin to bore me with the details of the next great diet you will take on. It always ends the same, you raiding the refrigerator when you think no one is looking. I have news for you. Im always watching! Kind of like the way you always watch your best friend's boyfriend. Oh, you thought no one noticed. The horrid thing about it is that you don't really want him; you just can't stand to see anyone else happy, especially your own best friend. You are so jealous of her. She's cute. She's smart. And here's the kicker...she's nice, genuinely nice. I say she's a saint to willingly put up with you. But finally, she's come to her senses...finally, you've pushed her to the limit. Spreading all of those nasty rumors about her...tsk tsk tsk...that was low, even for your standards. Guess you never thought it would all come back to you, huh? But it did, and now the entire school, in fact, the entire community, sees you for the cold hearted chunky bitch you are. and who do you haveto run to? Certainly not me because we are through in 5...4...3...2...1 HAPPY NEW YEAR, BITCHES!!!!
It has been torture listening to you bellyache for the past year; pure torture. Everday, you manage to come up with more complaints, more woe is me, more drivel. You are eighteen years old now...please grow up. And here we are now, on this last day of the year, New Year's Eve. You have made your last entry in me and I say, hallelulujah, praise the Lord. We're done. Same thing i bet your poor boyfriend is saying now that he's transferred to a new university. Oh, he says its for the "better" engineering program but im pretty sure its about putting plenty of space between the two of you. i don't know how he has put up with you for this long.
By the way, how is the diet coming along? Splendidly, Im sure, since i saw you shoving that enormous piece of German chocolate cake down your pie hole last night. Every other day, you come to me whining about your thunder thighs and fat ass. Then, you begin to bore me with the details of the next great diet you will take on. It always ends the same, you raiding the refrigerator when you think no one is looking. I have news for you. Im always watching! Kind of like the way you always watch your best friend's boyfriend. Oh, you thought no one noticed. The horrid thing about it is that you don't really want him; you just can't stand to see anyone else happy, especially your own best friend. You are so jealous of her. She's cute. She's smart. And here's the kicker...she's nice, genuinely nice. I say she's a saint to willingly put up with you. But finally, she's come to her senses...finally, you've pushed her to the limit. Spreading all of those nasty rumors about her...tsk tsk tsk...that was low, even for your standards. Guess you never thought it would all come back to you, huh? But it did, and now the entire school, in fact, the entire community, sees you for the cold hearted chunky bitch you are. and who do you haveto run to? Certainly not me because we are through in 5...4...3...2...1 HAPPY NEW YEAR, BITCHES!!!!
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