September 19, 2012
I can’t be your friend? You are deceitful and a back stabber. You set my hair on fire and stuffed a jalapeño up my nose. You would invite me over and then ask me to babysit so you may go out. Then you would tell our colleagues, in disgust that I came over again. I did everything for you. You used me. When I dyed my hair back to brown, you called my “single white female” to all our friends. You lied to me. You told our boss personal things about me that was none of her business.