dear liv.

i am sick of you throwing your money in my face. it makes me feel like shit. i am sick of you acting like youre smarter than me. i have a better GPA than you even though we're evenly matched. i am sick of you making everything a competition. it isn't. i had soccer. that was my ONE thing i had that you couldnt beat me at, and now you think you can walk right in my life and take that from me too.

sorry if i am on edge with you all the time, but i am sick of you competing with me about everything. i am done talking about this and dealing with you saying a treat you like shit when you hurt me just as much even if i don't show it. i give you the cold shoulder at times because i would rather not talk than say something i am going to regret.

i would show you this blog, but i am sure you'd pick apart everything i say. every point i make and every grammar mistake i fake. i am done. i dont want to deal with trying to live up to you. sorry i dont have a life threatening disease that makes everyone feel sorry for me.

also, i think it is sad that i have a lot of anger towards other people, but you, my supposed best friend, now have the longest entry on this blog of all time. kudos to you. i guess you defeated me in yet another way.