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Clarissa was an amazing person, fun personality, bubbly, and really sexy. She was my best friend, I thought, until this afternoon around 3 o’clock. She said some things on facebook that were just…. I don’t know how to cope. I lost George, my very best friend! I lost Kyle, my new best friend this year! I lost a friend that I had only after 2 months, Alexis. I like to think I’m working for the devil because I tend to piss people off and make them hate me… after making them like me a lot!!
What joy it brings me to tell you that Clarissa is no longer alive in my mind… Her being alive without me in her life … saying things like that make me sound crazy and nuts, which I’m honestly not! I’m a great guy but when people say things to other friends ABOUT YOU …. And then they hate you.. It kind of pisses you off. I can’t be mad at one friend without being mad at everyone!
I want the God given right to hate someone without having to lose all my friends! I want my life to get normal again! I want to post a blog that shows my life as happy and amazing! I can’t blog about anything anymore unless its depressing or angry! I hate Clarissa for screwing up my steady pace of happiness! Why does anyone text another person? They want to have a simple conversation, most of the time, and that’s why I text MY FRIENDS!! Leave it to Clarissa to call my text messages harassment or annoying.
I think Clarissa needs to realize behind a computer screen, there is a person…. OH WAIT, We have met in person… twice!! And she thought I was cool (Is that possible)?? And get this, she was TO SHY TO TALK TO ME the first time we talked so HER FRIENDS did the introducing FOR HER…. How cute is that (lets all think about that)??
I would like to thank Clarissa. Thank her for letting me know we won’t be friends… better sooner than later, right? I would hate to be 27 and suicidal. Now 17 and suicidal? That’s the best time. 17 years of your life nobody will care about. Trust me, the first 17 years of your are the worst anyway… all the restrictions you have. Clarissa is gone, out of my life. My best friend hates me. My best friend’s brother is being kept from talking to me because Christine Glazier, who happens to be George’s mom, is crazy mad about her son’s problems. So she blames me.
Yes, this is a very angry rant I know I will regret late but I don’t give a rats ass what anyone thinks because nobody reads my blog, nobody even cares about my existence…. It’s like a 1st amendment card, freedom to say what I want and never get asked about it. But let’s start talking about something more controversial…. Yes, George, you called me gay, thought I was legit a homosexual, and harassed me about it because you couldn’t have a best friend that was gay. You are a horrible person for choosing that, but I walked away. I wanted you to be my friend so I ignored it… until I couldn’t.
If I could do It over again, I would have skipped the principal’s office and gone straight to your house. To tell your parents. Doesn’t God love all his children, even sinners. Gay people are not bad. Homosexuals have feelings just like you George and I miss you. I miss my best friend. I miss our crazy YouTube videos. I hate that your mom is the one putting lies in your head. Homeschooling can be crazy terrible if she’s the one doing the instructing. As a parent, she is probably amazing…No, she is amazing! But she has filled your head with lies and her own opinions.
I love you Clarissa, I will always love you, until the day I stop breathing…. But remember that argument on Facebook. It wasn’t an argument to me; it was a sad revelation that you are no longer my friend. You departed from my life and chose to leave, that’s your choice, can’t complain. I just wish you could have left with a better reason then ‘Your creepy…’, that sucked. Your words sucked. Clarissa, you are a nuts if you think I’m gonna kill myself over you. That’s like killing yourself because you can’t have the fancy ring behind the glass. I am gonna keep on living, but only because I can’t just stop when life’s hard. I just can’t stop. Living.