I cannot, for the life of me, figure out why the hell you annoy me so much. Maybe it's because you don't care that we haven't had a real conversation in months. Or because you succeeded in turning my girls' night into an awkward conversationless hour with both of you. 

Or maybe it's because I'm mad at myself because I don't have enough friends that I can tell you to go fuck yourself. Or because I'm mad at myself because I'm stupid enough to think you'll grow out of this fucked up phase and be my friend again.

FUUUUUCK.