I’m sorry, but although we do live in the same house, I don’t respect you telling me how to do my own washing and cooking and speak down to me as if I’m stupid. Why do you have to be so nosy and critical. I don’t tolerate it. I understand where you are coming from having OCD, but but that doesn’t mean you can invade and attack my way of doing things, I’m free to do as I want to. I know what the ‘right’ or perfect way is, but it’s my choice and my ways give the same effect. Sometimes I want to work differently. Is there really a need to be so busy and insult me about it. You don’t get any award for all the ‘corrections’ you’re try to make to me and I’m not yours to mould. And why is it that when I’ve criticised you, you take it out on me. If you can’t handle your own medicine, don’t preach it.
It’s always nice when your ‘friends’ don’t invite you out to any of their parties. And I’m sure if I ask them they’ll make up some reason.
You’re nice, but I don’t like you in that way. It’s not going to work. Let’s leave it at that, okay?
Why are you so sensitive about everything. I say one thing that’s out of place and you unfriend me. If you can’t put up with it then fuck you.
Okay, don’t bother to text me back.
I broke Hotmail when cleaning up contacts:
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I really want to tell you I like you and I want to ask you out. I just don’t know if you like me back, I don’t want to lose you as a friend.
Why do you always talk down to me like you know better. It’s like you have some personal vendetta against me or something.
I don’t see how thinking that a casserole is like a caesar salad is funny. They both involve mixed meat and veg.
Yeah of course you’re the only one, bitch. As if I don’t do any cleaning at all.