Ok, I'm pissed at the world right now, and if you care about me, click on this.

Right now, I'm pretty much mad at the universe. My main problem? Chelsea Nichole Beer.

That girl used to be my best friend. I became friends with her last year, in fifth grade. Now, we had a load of fun in fifth grade. We had sleepovers at her house, I convinced her to read Harry Potter, she told me all of her weird Maddie stories, and I told her of all of the stories from my cousins. We weren't Chelsea and Annemarie. We were ChelseandAnnemarie, like we were one person.

But at the start of sixth grade, things started going sour. She started telling me I was ugly, and that I probably shouldn't be eating what I was. This came as a bit of a shock to me, so I responded by being somewhat mean and cold. I can be rather defensive, you see.

So we've been fighting. I've been insecure, I've been sad. One day, on Tuesday, she pushed me over the edge. I forgot me "I'm happy-I'm fine-Don't Worry About Me" facade, so I blew up at her. I was rather lonely, but I'd sure as hell rather be a friendless loser than have a friend that makes me hate myself. Then, on Friday, she came up to me, and demanded that I apoligize to her for saying what I think, and that she should be mad at me.

She bugged me all of gym class, begging for apolgizes, reasons, explinations, and examples, none of which I provided. Then came chourus, when Jess stuck her nose in it, and said that we should make up and be friends again because it's Christmas. I laughed at this. I'm not going to be friends with a girl that I don't like at all because it's freaking Christmas. She annoyed me with this after a while, and I blew up again. So right now, I have no friends except for Michelea Mattivi, who's way to busy to hang out with me.

Yes, I realize that I'm being stubborn. Shouldn't I just going on acting like everythings fine? That's what I seem to be doing for my whole fvcking life. And I'm sick of it. Now I'm going to be lonely, and sour, but I'd rather be both of those things. I don't need anyone but myself. But having friends is always very nice.

So if I'm not on much, if I seem quiet or removed, this is why. Thanks for giving a shit.

Annemarie

P.S If you don't like me, or you're going to yell at me for being annoyed with all of this, get the hell off of my friends list and don't even bother to comment. Better yet, do comment. You're attempts to make me feel like shit are rather amusing to me. So comment away.