Dear person,

You wanted a blog post about you.

Here it is.

You're conceited. You think you are my only friend. The only one who 'helps' me.

Well, truth is, you don't help me. You just hurt me. Over and over and over again.

You think you're the only one that I ever talk about.

That everything negative I say is about you.

Well, truth is, I have plenty of people to complain about. 

And I don't make a habit of wasting my time complaining about you.

Hey, babe, guess what? The world revolves around something, but it's the sun, not your gigantic ego.

You DON'T accept me. You blatantly shove your views down my throat.

I'm done with you.

Thanks for nothing. I'd say thanks for the memories, but they sucked.

Signed,

Felicity