Before I begin this I must start it with a vent, so I can get it off my chest....
Dear Super Cheap and tacky, I don't really even like you "friend"-
You cannot bargain the value of what I do. I make you, despite the mean-ness in your heart, look beautiful. You are the type of person that always seems to forget "cash for a tip..." or rounds things down... You lie to make yourself look better, and some how I always allow you to make me feel like an idiot in the process. I am not comfortable in my own skin, this is true, so I know I allow you to make me feel certain ways and I could stop it just the same...even still... I do not feel the need to go on about the great things about me. You, however, feel the need to inform me of every possible achievement you ever had, every compliment you ever received, every good thing that has ever happened.... I'm sure there is some huge psychological reason as to why you feel the need to make sure I understand how wonderful and perfect your life/ boyfriend/ job/ car/ etc are... and none of that would matter to me, except for the fact that you truly degrade me in the process.... I have finally cut you off, and I feel like I can breathe again...
I think that is sufficient for this post. I will write a new post for my ORIGINAL intention for the night....
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