I guess it’s not enough that you essentially ruin Christmas by:
A) Screaming obscenities at your mother several days beforehand and running away from home
B) Pushing my girlfriend to the brink on christmas eve and saying some very regrettable things
and C) Generally being a total cunt.
It’s not enough that you’ve dropped back twice in high school, that you used to be in my class and now won’t graduate until I’m halfway through college.
It’s not enough that you’re a drunken asshole, who generally wakes up between noon and 4:00 PM, hung over.
I was willing to overlook all of this, because you’re a nice enough, if really fucking stupid, person. But now you’re getting on my case? To my girlfriend? Not even to my face, but to your sister, who already is too self-doubting in regards to this.
Yeah, I wanted to leave on Christmas day, after your mother ran crying to her room (literally) because of the shit you pulled. It’s not because I’m a video game addict and there was a ban on Xbox during the days around Christmas. I can live without internet and video games. It’s because your mother had a fucking nervous breakdown and I figured it would be for the best if she didn’t have another teenager to deal with. And how the fuck do you know what me and my girlfriend do behind closed doors in her room after we get shooed out of the living room? I’ll give you a hint: it’s not just fucking fucking.
And I’m sorry that we spend a lot of time playing video games while we’re at your mother’s house. Here’s the thing: you live in bum-fuck nowhere. There ain’t exactly too much else to do. What do you do all day, Mr. Drives Up The Electric Bill?
Words cannot express my contempt for this bag of shit. And the worst part is, because most of the time when I see my girlfriend is at his house, and he doesn’t know I saw these messages he sent to my girlfriend (and she doesn’t want him to know I saw them either), I can’t confront him about this. I have to play all friendly with this gigantic fat fucking asshole. And it wouldn’t bug me even half as much if I didn’t know that what he was saying got to my girlfriend in a very real way. She’s the shy, doubting type, and while I’m somewhat to blame for not being the most engaging partner in the universe, I sure as hell don’t need him sabotaging me because he, the one fucking person I know who is fatter and lazier than me*, thinks that I’m too lazy and disengaged for his sister.
ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*Excluding maybe his closest friend, who is just as outwardly vile, albeit not quite as much of a backstabbing prick and more of an outward jerk.