You pay your gas and your license fee? Big deal, that’s nothing to be proud of, that’s normal. You should have to pay for your gas, student loan, and license fee, along with some groceries the way you eat. You can say I bitch about things like money, jobs, bills, and the boyfreind, but at least I have real problems. My mom had to be screened for cancer, in addition to the stroke she had a few years ago. Try dealing with a real problem. I can. You cause your own problems, you’d be out of the house if you got a real job. Your parents gave you and continue so many chances, I don’t see why you act like you hate them.
I will greatly enjoy my life no matter what happens. I can do what I want when I want and how I want. That’s the nice thing about being an adult and dealing with your actions, and not acting like a permanent 12 year old.

I’m gonna delete this blog off my tabs now. I’m not going to it again. If you reply, its purely for your own benefit, or reason. I won’t be likely to see it.
Good luck in your future too.

For the record, it hasn’t always been easy being friends with you, either.

I’m depressed and all, but I never tried to take forty tylenol at once or whatever the fuck it was you took.
I’m sorry it had to come to this, I really am.

Good luck in your future.

You kept being friends with me out of habit? Bullshit. You are always whining about having no friends. You didn’t bathe,brush your teeth, or put on deodorant the whole 5 days you were here. Your car smells. How ya gonna attract friends or anyone else? You have no friends, which you could if you got a real job or moved to a different town, I have different friends now. Its not that we have less in common, its because you never grew the fuck up. You can’t understand how someone could move and have their life change, and themselves change. I am tired of dealing with your “problems”. I am cutting you out of my life because I think you made it more negative. I’ve had it pointed out to me about you, and people at NIACC kept asking why I was friends with you, the guys from Tigers group. I can’t figure it out now. I don’t want you to talk to me, I’m not putting you down, I’m pointing out the truth. I’m moving on with my life. I suggest you do the same.

You bitch about not getting a good job, but maybe you could learn to drive. Sure you’re afraid of it and you don’t have a car. Make fucking do. At least learn to drive. A lot more jobs would be accessable to you that way, and your boyfriend wouldn’t have to drive you around like a little kid. Even though you’re very in love with him, have you ever considered what would happen if you broke up with John? You’d be back to having your parents take you everywhere. I might be immature and still live at home but at least I can drive to my job. And I paid for the liscense fee and I pay for all the gas. I don’t actually have enough GAS right now to go gallavanting around Mason City looking for a job, I have to save what gas I have getting to the pitiful job I do have.

And please, don’t call me a whiny bitch. You whine about different things than I do, but always the same things. John looks at Asian women. John looks at other women. John watches movies with half naked women in them. John sits around and plays video games all the time. John smokes too much. He promised he would try to quit. John needs to look for a part time job. I never get to see John. John this. John that. John eats too much, I have to eat when I’m not hungry just to make sure I get some. Work is boring. I need a new job. Why is it always my job that gets cut. Etc. I hate to say this but a part of me was staying friends with you out of habit. We just kept having less and less in common. I hate to see a friendship like this go but if you want me out of your life and you want to continue to put other people down when you don’t live their life; I’m basically better off not talking to you till you settle down then.

We talked about the food because you inhaled half of the summer sausage that was there, and in case you didn’t know, that was over 10 bucks. The pizza, yeah thanks. I did appreciate that, but you ate half of it. But where was my thanks for the chips, alcohol, pop rocks, movies, the hookah shack,and all the food you inhaled at our home? you spent 40$ of your money at hot topic and then whined about being out of money. All of a sudden your last 7$ became really important but you couldn’t think of the night before when I bought us 3 bags of chips, 1 1/2 of which you ate? You also left part of your Christmas present here, and it took us an HOUR to clean up the mess you left.

You mentioned your record 3-4 times over the visit, and I told you were they were. Right next to the TV. I watched you whine about getting up to grab your drink 3 feet away. I watched you throw garbage on the FLOOR.

I don’t NEED to talk down to you to feel better. Why would I? Thats in your head. You can’t even LOOK for a decent job, you are too lazy.

So hearing about how I should be positive about my job situation, from YOU of all people, pissed me off. You don’t know what you are talking about. You never have had any of these problems. You will never know what you are talking about. I feel sorry for your parents, having a leech like you, if this visit is any indication of how you act. You ate too much, trashed our apartment, and left right when we didn’t buy you lunch at taco bell.
I don’t want you to visit again, or to talk to me. I can’t stand how lazy and whiny and how much of a greedy bitch you are. You acted like our house was a free for all and you KNEW I had lost my job. You knew this trip was frivolous and at cost to me. Why you even posted this is beyond me, how I ever thought you to be a friend is beyond me. If I ever have a kid like you, I’m kicking them out at 18. No way would I make the mistake of keeping someone who is so thankless in my home. You are out of my life, as far as I am concerned. I was friends w/you because I felt sorry for you.

Oh, and, you are OBESE. Your mom gets on your case because she doesn’t want you to die of a heart attack in a year. So go ahead and post a blog and bitch behind my back, no one reads it anyway.