here’s a compilation of some of the reasons why you annoy me behind belief and why i want to punch you in the face:

• you’re such a drama queen and you overreact to every little thing i say, even if i jokingly call you a slut or something, then it’s like nothing happened 2 minutes later.
• you have to have a guy by your side 24/7, you haven’t been single for more than a month this entire year, i swear. you’re clingy and dependent, which is not a good way to go about life at all because one day guys will realize how annoying you are and you’ll be on your own. you have to learn to be independent and not rely on a guy.
• you tell me not to tell anybody and then you tell everybody. what’s the point of that?
• you never listen to my advice. ever. you ask me for advice, i tell you to do one thing, and then you proceed to do the opposite. is that logical at all? and then when i end up being right and say i told you so, because i sure as hell did tell you so, you get all mad. well maybe you should’ve listened in the first place.
• you don’t realize that i stopped caring a long time ago about when you get mad at me because about 98% of the time, it’s you overreacting to me being rational about a situation. then you apologize within a few days because you realize that i’m one of your only friends.
• speaking of which, you call me your best friend, when i don’t believe i have ever referred to you as such, and then proceed to tell others that we’re not best friends. not that i’m complaining, but don’t lie to my face. and don’t tell my best friend that we’re best friends. that’s not cool.
• you’re just annoying, plain and simple. when you think we’re friends, you never leave me alone. when we’re not friends, you do everything you can to try and make it known and to try and take my actual friends from me, which never succeeds.
• you’re an attention whore. you take one little situation and blow it up into something huge for the attention. it’s like the boy who cried wolf; once something really bad actually happens to you, no one will give a shit because you keep crying about stuff that either never happened or really doesn’t matter almost every single day. 
• you are constantly whining about how “fat” you are and counting every fucking calorie you eat and never eat lunch even though you claimed you weigh about 95 pounds. oh sorry, did you magically gain like 300 invisible pounds over the past few months? no. shut up. you’re like the same size as me, and i’m borderline underweight. shut. up.

i don’t even know what else to say. everything else i just can’t put into words. leave and never come back, i’m done even trying to be your friend. i can’t handle it.