Because where else can I write it?

Person 1: So what if a few people know you like him? You’ve liked half of the guys in the friggin town, ok? It’s nothing new. He doesn’t like you, I can assure you that. Liking some guy is no big deal. You’re a girl. You do this aaaaall the time.

Person 2: I don’t even know what to say to you. I love you. I’m majorly pissed at you. If you keep fucking off with her, of course I’m going to be. She’s the most irritating little bitch I know. It’s not particularly nice that you always said our group was “boring”, how much you wanted to get away, etcetera. None of us are worth talking to, okay, I get it. But if you want better friends so much… why do you still hang out with us months later? I want you to stay, but if you’re going to bring her in then I’d prefer you fucked off. Or would I? I don’t even know. I’m biased on everything to do with you because I love you. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to accept everything you do, I’ve already made that mistake once. If you’re a bitch, I’ll call you out on it. The end. Except not really, it’s so much more complicated than that. I’m scared you’ll stop talking to me. I’m scared I’m the boring one and you hate our group because of me. I’m scared someone’s going to tell you how I’m not entirely joking with all our silly partly-sexual stuff and you’ll say that you’re completely joking and get creeped out. I’m sorry. I wish I hadn’t let my usual no-liking-girls-from-school thing collapse when you started being so close to me. I’m sure if you found out I had, you probably would too.

Person 3: You have no right to tell me to be “nice” to my mother, thank you. You seriously don’t know my family one single little bit. You don’t know the fucking hellhole I live in, you don’t know how much I have to resent against my parents. I’m a fucking adult at home, as soon as I leave my bedroom or someone else comes into it. That’s why I hate going home from school and I always look upset when I get there. I have to make up for two of the worst children parents could think of all by myself, and with such high expectations for all of us, I basically have to be three perfect kids in ONE PERSON. Of course I’m not going to be nice to someone that I have to try and do that for.
And yes, that is why I hate PE. That’s why I count less than 95% on schoolwork as not good enough. That’s why I’m so emotional at school. I can’t be at home. I have to be a freaking emotionless statue at home. If I show any emotion in front of  my brothers I get insults absolutely hurled at me. And “just ignore them” doesn’t work, okay? I have a fucking mental illness. I can’t cope with this stuff. I can’t just suddenly be happy or ignore all the shit that gets said about me. I know I’m weird. You don’t need to keep highlighting it.

Person 4: I wish I could be friends with you. We never talk. We don’t seem to be able to find a conversation, ever. You’re the only person in our group other than #2 that I can tolerate all the time. #3 gets on my nerves, as you may have noticed, #1 gets on everyone’s nerves, as does K. If #2 leaves and I can’t seem to get over the giant wall with being able to be friends with you, I’m screwed.

Person 5: Please do everyone a favour and either get the fuck out of this family, or die. AND STOP USING UP ALL THE GODDAMN INTERNET. I’M JUST TRYING TO DOWNLOAD A PDF FOR HOMEWORK. NOT A GAME, NOT SOME STUPID SKYPE CALL WITH RANDOMS FROM AMERICA. JUST. A. SIX. MEGABYTE. PDF. FOR. FUCKING. SCHOOL.

Person 6: As above.

Person 7: “Ikr :c” in response to “Stupid love”? From YOU? Maybe stop dating an attention-seeking paedophile or always needing someone, and you mightn’t have any issues with it, hey?

Person 8: I’m not being a spoilt brat. The twins are. I’m just disappointed in the fact that they’re absolute satan spawn, I do everything I can to be good enough for you, and they get so much more praise and things from you. I was getting all of my christmas presents for free, okay? Dad was giving me that necklace for working, and I didn’t even want that watch, he decided I did without asking me. And they did get $500 smartphones when I’m three years older than them and not even allowed to buy one with my own money because my current phone is fucking up. You can’t try and tell me how much they cost. Especially seeing as I was fucking there when Dad bought them. I just want money for birthdays and christmas and everything, okay? Why can’t you understand that. I don’t want stupid shit I’ll never have any need for. I don’t want clothes you’ve chosen, because there’s a 99% chance I will refuse to wear them because they’ll look ugly as shit. I’m saving up for when you kick me out, or in the very slim chance it doesn’t happen, when I choose to move out. Which will be sooner than you think. By that I mean I will find a way to move out the day I finish VCE, and I’m not even exaggerating that. I hate here. I hate that I have to tolerate it for another three and a half years. I hate you. I hate how people judge me for hating you. Just because you gave birth to me doesn’t mean I have to love you. Frankly, I’d prefer if you hadn’t. Life isn’t a gift, it’s a curse. Kthx bye.

Person 9: If you care about me so much, then fucking do something to help me instead of conspiring with her all the time.

Person 10: I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING RELAX. I DON’T WANT TO HAVE AN EMPTY MIND. IT’S A WASTE OF FUCKING TIME, IT’S COMPLETELY FUCKING POINTLESS. IT’S NOT GOING TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER. IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE FUCKING SHIT BECAUSE I NEED TO HAVE SOMETHING POSITIVE IN MY HEAD TO NOT FEEL SHIT, AND EMPTINESS ISN’T POSITIVE. I NEED TO ALWAYS BE USING MY FUCKING MIND.

Person 11: You piss me off so much. You’re such a two-faced bitch, and you seem to think I’m completely oblivious. I know how much you hate me, okay? I’m not stupid. I’m fucking sorry I have to ruin your image with my unpopularity, but it’s not exactly my fault everyone hates me based on a bunch of bull, or my fault you happen to be related to me. And you seem to have the nerve to complain about how much your life sucks. Let me see, the whole town loves you. Your parents let you do whatever the hell you want. You can get away with bitching about anyone. You’re rich as all hell, and you live in a giant house of freaking BR Drive. You’re athletic, and you don’t fail miserably at school. Apparently you’re artistic as well. Just… what’s wrong? Run out of boys to sleep with, have you?

Kaythat’senoughfornowIthink