You also chastise. Intimidate. Reprimand. And set COMPLETELY UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS FOR YOUR FRIENDS THAT ALWAYS END WITH YOU SCREAMING AT THEM FOR NOT BEING AS OBSESSED WITH YOU AS YOU WANT THEM TO BE.
Sure, Spencer’s a complete and absolute douchebag. But when you make Heidi choose, and you’re acting like a flippant, awful, psycho, immature bitch about Heidi’s absence at Taco Tuesday (…), who wouldn’t pick Spencer over you?
Oh, and Jen Bunney. God. She hooks up with a flirting, single Brody, on her birthday, and you seriously accuse her of being evil? Because he was the first guy you actually thought about liking after Jason but ultimately decided you didn’t want a relationship or some other fucking rambling mess you have the gaul to call “language”? And she didn’t even think about you during? No shit!
Your hair looks like dirty, crap-ridden hay half the time, you’re boring, incompetent, the epitome of self-involved, and a complete idiot.
I hope you fuck Stephen, contract Kristin’s AIDS, and die alone in a plaid headband you stupid piece of shit.