444

I love repeated numbers. And I'm almost halfway to 500! Hurrah! Maybe I won't completely forget this time and actually have a celebration.

So, in case you didn't notice, I changed my blog URL again. Something completely different this time, so it won't be as easy to guess. That's because Ani was going crazy again today, and this time threatened to report the blog to Mr. Creepanese, our principal. Because I called Basil a bitch. I assume she's also the one who posted this comment:

I am a therapist and it honestly seems like you need some help I feel you are extremely depressed and angry. please get help-talk to someone.

Obviously, she's not a therapist. I wouldn't have even noticed this comment if Nat hadn't told me Ani had left some whacked comment there...and this is the only one in the last month or so without a name...so...I guess I could comment on this, but there's really no point. I assume that if anyone who I trusted to give accurate advice actually thought I needed a therapist, then I would actually need one. Ani is not that person.

And that brings me to my point: Ani doesn't know me at all, but she's still being a self-righteous hypocrite because she thinks I'm too mean. Frankly, I don't talk shit about her, and I think I have every right to expect she mind her own damn business and not talk shit about me. She's made no effort to be friendly, supportive, whatever in the last two years. She has nothing positive to say to me, ever. She never considers my side of an argument, or anything I say, for that matter. When I do something nice (example: she left her hoodie in my seat in science so I went to her class to give it to her) she attacks me (example: she bloody attacks me. because I brought her fucking hoodie back. what the hell.). She overreacts to everything I do and teases me constantly for no reason, when she actually bothers to talk to me. I mean, hell, I don't mind people teasing me. But there's a limit. She tries to trick me into believing ridiculous lies just for the sake of laughing at me later. And the blog thing. I'm tired of her scooping through everything I say just so she can find a reason to attack me. Hell, she barely needs a reason. Any excuse she can find will do. Any second-hand story is the gospel truth and after that, nothing I say matters. She reads my blog, gets upset about what I write when she has no reason to be concerned with any of it, then insists I'm a terrible person who's mean to everyone because I happened to say something not super-duper nice, or something she didn't agree with, or whatever. I'm sick of it. I mean, I've had issues with almost all of my friends at some point**, but this is ridiculous.

*sigh* I guess I haven't been getting much better about talking about people on my blog. To which I say: screw it. I'll write whatever the hell I want. As I said to Nat earlier today, if I didn't, I'd be way bitchier in real life.

And now I shall go. Damn, today was boring as hell.

**I've never had an issue with Lolo. You go, Lolo!