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There's This One Chick
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Creative Writing Poems That really gets on my tiniest nerves with her fatass dragging it all the way down till it gets broken. I vehemently regret calling her my own "twin" when me and her aren't exactly alike at all. She was never like a sister to me. She'd always bitch and moan about small problems that no one would care about. And then, she would always assume that I'm angry whenever she sees me. No, I'm never angry. I'm just irritated and annoyed often, mostly by her. A fair-weather friend, she is. Whenever I hang out with her and get busted by my mom, she would just ditch me and not stand up to her. But then she would just talk smack like she would have yelled at her or punch her in the face. Bullshit! I get slapped and beaten by my mom just because I was friends with a selfish coward who abandons someone that they claimed to "care" about the most... It's all bullshit!! And then one day, she stops hanging out with me after I started going out with my boyfriend. Before I come into my Creative Writing class, she was just talking to him like they used to in middle school. As I walked in late, they stop and she just snaps at him, telling him to never talk to her again. (He told me the before part) After class, I went to the bathroom and she starts bitching me out about how I "abandoned" her for my boyfriend. Dude, what the fuck? I wanted to punch her hard in her face and break her glasses and cut her brain veins from her cyst. At that moment, she knew that I hated her and she just walked out, being a coward of not hearing me say those three words she deserved to hear. During my 8th period class, she threatened to commit suicide because I was hanging out with my boyfriend and not her. I told her that if she wanted to do it, then it's her choice. I didn't give a crap whether or not she was gonna hang herself. I didn't care. Me abandoning her? That bitch is speaking my mind out! SHE was the one that fucking keeps on hanging out with other people and not coming up/texting me hi and never asks me to hang out with her anymore. I was the one that kept on doing that and was waiting for her to do those. Nothing came from her. And a few weeks later, she wrote a note that said "Slut" and "Stupid cunt" and shoved it into my locker. I took it and spat on it, letting the ghosts know that she has the most hate from me. She's definitely gonna see Amia, my dark ego within me. If she wants depression and suicide, then I'm gonna give her those things. After all, she does deserve it. Ashleigh, if you ever read this, then know that I fucking HATE you and you can die for all I care.
