This was a letter to an old friend of mine. I was so angry at the time when I wrote it. I read it for the first time in like seven years. I thought it was funny. You might too.

So you throw a tantrum and cover your head with a pillow, the actions of a very spoiled brat. Finally, occurrence #5- When we arrive home after an exhausting seven and a half hours, you go straight to the bathroom. That’s fine… you can go to the bathroom. Then after you were done, you came into the living room and sat down. While me and Amanda was unloading your crap, you were sitting down. Then mama tells you that you have some stuff in the trunk. You say very snotty like, “Nothing left in the trunk is mine.” We knew there was because there was a bag. Even if there wasn’t anything, you should have helped anyway because we all brought stuff in whether it was ours or not. Then mama tells you to go anyway. You come back in and sit down with just your little souvenir bag. Mama asks you if you got the rest of the stuff out of the trunk. You said that you got your souvenir bag. After all that we had done for you on that trip, you were acting like such a spoiled brat. So you say thanks for letting you come, grab your stuff, and shut the un-emptied trunk, which made it even more inconvenient for us to empty the trunk, and then you left. I believe that you fully outdid yourself this time. I don’t know how to respond to this except to tell you that you seriously need to grow up. I try to keep in mind that you are not even 16 yet. But I don’t remember ever going through a stage like that. You were just acting spoiled and ungrateful. I don’t want this to end our friendship. But if you do not change, I don’t want to be your friend anymore. We call each other best friends.

If I’m your best friend, why do you treat me that way? You are probably thinking, if Brandi is such a good friend to me, why is she writing me and saying all this stuff. Well, a true friend is someone who will look past your feelings and tell you that your breath stinks. Well, your attitude really stinks. You always complain about how your brothers act. They act just like the one they look up to. You need to control your actions because there are always 3 pairs for little eyes that are on every action you make. When they see you always acting like a spoiled whiny little brat that is how they will act. Oh yeah, one more occurrence that really ticked me off… Remember when mama let Amanda and I drive to Wal-Mart? I am very responsible and I respect my mother’s rules especially with her car. I did not appreciate hearing how you were keeping tabs on us. Mama knew that I was going to be there on time. In fact, we were 10 minutes early so I could let her know that we had to still look for the post office and the bank. Mama told me that you looked at your watch and said, “They have 15 more minutes…”

That was none of your business and you were more worried about me being late than anything. Mama even thought that was stupid for you to do. She trusted us enough to not even keep time. She knew that we would be on time… Anyway, I think that’s it. Well, I guess I will let you go. I just thought that you should be aware of the way you act.

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