Think for yourself; 'cause I won't be there with you.

So generally, I try not to write anything in here that has to deal with the negative side of my relationships with people; but this time-fuck it.

Alright, here goes:
I don't care that I am not talking to you, because now I don't have to listen to you talk down to ME ( it's not the other way around, you paranoid jerk.)
I don't care that you started to cry when I told you I didn't want to talk to you for a while, because I know those were crocodile tears-if you were my friend; maybe you shouldn't have talked and talked and talked about me for months-about how I was lazy, manic depressive, a bitch, a failure and a loser. Oh, and also made comments about my family, my beliefs, my other friends, and to my friends saying I don't value friendships.
I do, actually, which is why I stood by your ungrateful, stupid and complaining ass through thick and thin. And there's been a lot of bullshit that you dragged me through and I didn't say a damn word to you-only to have my silence and forgiveness matched with complete disdain and falseness.

What I DO care about at the moment though, is that you almost got us kicked out of the apartment for being a negligent and malevolent host. You can't get drunk and let a part jump from 20 to 40 people, and have then hang out in other renters' public areas, nor let the music blast and have 160 feet stomping around. Thanks for letting ME take that bullet for you, because while you were too drunk to talk to the cops, you sure as hell were sober enough to kiss ass and look real cool to those 25 people in the kitchen. I was home for less than a half an hour and the fact that I'm the one who got reprimanded and warned is some straight bullshit.

And then, after they came, you didn't kick anybody out. WTF? I don't care if you want to be everyone's new buddy, but being arrested and fined and possibly evicted should trump that.

But, what really gets me pissed is that YOU NEVER CLEAN. And you can go and say that this is some sort of revenge for me 'not cleaning at all' during the summer ( which you and I both know is not true because I was home all the time picking up after your parties) but when you tell people that, it makes most think you're just some lazy and vengeful bitch. Which you kind of are. I mean, I thought the mice family(ies) would be enough for you to get out of your bed, covered in soda bottles ( which, btw, thanks for drinking) and a cigarette tray you SLEEP NEXT TO, and help me and the other roommates clean. But, no.
Of course not. You just fucking sit there and let the floor get dirty and blankets get mouse shit on them and everything in the living room is sticky. I cleaned it, and cleaned it. And so did H., harcore, may I remind you. The kitchen is full of mice, and you never put away perishable food, like milk or butter-again, mine. So thanks for letting food spoil. And also for letting dishes from your party sit in the sink for a week, and for not changing the dishwasher, or telling anyone we didn't have any swiffer juice left, so when I got sick of that rotted body smell emitting from the kitchen the other day and tried to clean it, I had to get on my hands and knees to scrub the floors. Also, food you don't eat goes in the trash, or the fridge. Not left on the stove. And when a dish is dirty, you clean it...not place it wherever you like so it begins to rot.
We've all asked you to clean.
But you don't-you leave the house when we're about to start-because your busy. ( Really? you work 15-20 hours a week. I work 30 in the span of 2 or 3 days. I still have homework, and school and friends. I still clean.)
And I end up picking up the slack, because I'm ashamed to have people over because you're so piggish. Thanks for clogging the toilet, spilling hair dye in the sink, letting the toilet rust, and mildew grow in the tub. And also, thanks for leaving half drunk beers out in the sunroom, along with glasses and about 100 cigarette butts. Disgusting.
I'm pretty sure we're going to get cockroaches because of you. I hope they crawl on your bed when you sleep-maybe then you'll realize the value of sanitary conditions.
Anyways, I have a 118.00 and another 28.00 bill to pay because you never gave me the money so I couldn't pay it. So I have that to take care of. Enjoy sitting around in your pigsty.

Oh, p.s. No one needs the heating oil on this early into fall/winter when they sleep. You're costing us money. Money that I'm pretty sure you don't have because you seem to overdraft alot on booze, cigarettes and cash for weed. So please, when I shut it off at 11 or 12 when everyone is in bed; don't get out of your bed to turn it on-it's not just spiting me, it's hurting you too.

And maybe if you unblocked your ears and tried to listen to what people say around you instead of convoluding yourself into thinking what you say is fact and is sincere; you'd know that it's not just me and the other people you've 'outgrown' who aren't too pleased with you. Keep talking about them and their foibles and you're going to be back at square 1.
Also, don't cry to Mommy about everything, because you haven't been giving her the whole story. But I guess,no mother likes to hear how filthy and uncouth their child is.