Me: *Draws*

Red: I don't like the eyes

Me: Well, you can criticize me when you draw

Red: I do, actually. Sometimes

Me: *I didn't say this, but I sure wanted to* You think you can just walk up and tell me my art is crap?! I WORK FREAKING HARD ON THIS PIECE OF CRAP, SONOU CAN CHECK YOURSELF BEFORE I WRECK YOURSELF WITH MY CRAP ARTWORK, YOU PUECE OF CRAP!!!

But of course I do let her know

And she complements me

And gives me a tip about the hair

Which helped

A little

By really Red?

Get a grip.

And a few days before this I asked her to stop spamming me and she rants about how I'm such a bad friend and don't care about anything anymore and she's sorry she can't hold a grudge against me

Then I say I'm tired and am going to bed to avoid an argument

And then she *This word is left to the readers to fill in* about how I don't care about her feelings

So yeah, Red. I hope you read this. I hope you realize I'm through. You're little pity parties aren't worth my time. My real friends, online and at school, they all understand that I'm not perfect. That I try. And they know in here for them, and they don't cry about how perfect they are when I'm not around to listen. THEY ACTUALLY LISTEN AND FREAKING UNDERSTAND IM HUMAN, SO WAKE UP AND GET A FREAKING GRIP ON LIFE. THEY COME WITH A FREE REALITY CHECK.