Dear Miss. Angerment Issues,

You were a new student to the high school and seemed pretty cool.  The two of us became friends rather quickly once marching band season started and that friendship grew.  You would call me whenever you were having trouble at home with your parents, asked for advice, and help with homework.  We would hang out at school and at lunch near the band room every day.  It wasn't until later when I saw a bit of your nasty side.

You used to call me a lot for advice and we'd be on the phone for hours.  You would cry on the phone and tell me about what had happened that day.  Your mom and you always fought and each time you called, there was yet another story.  You asked about boys and what you should do.  You even told me some pretty detailed stories about who you had sex with and why.  I really wasn't pleased about hearing that.  Especially about the guy with the foreskin.  I mean, I'm a pretty open person and I like talking about sex...but that went way too far.  You always crossed the line when it came to talking about things - especially sex.

I was invited to your house, along with our red headed friend and the girl who controlled her, and the four of us hung out.  I remember sitting on your bed and talking about boys while listening to music.  We ate pizza and witnessed your mom and you fighting.  That wasn't very pleasant.  I also remember your dog absolutely loving me.  But the memory is pretty foggy.   You lived in a community where there were town homes all over.  The perk of living there was the fact that you had access to the pool, hot tub, sauna, and work out room.  The four of us spent the afternoon in the pool, part of the evening in the hot tub, and then dried off in the sauna.  I remember having a really great time with the three of you, but as I said, the memory is pretty foggy.

Another memory I have is when I went to the Gay Men Chorus performance with my dad, his boyfriend, and my sister.  During the concert my phone vibrated in my pocket many times and I knew something was up.  Once intermission started I checked my phone and saw that I had three missed calls from a certain number plus three voicemails.  I typed in my password to hear all three and was surprised.  Your mom had called me and was basically begging me to call her back.  I erased the messages and called her right away.  While on the phone with her she told me that you had run away.  The reason she called me was because my number was one of the main numbers that you had called in the past.  She was hoping that you were with me but I had nothing to tell her.  I was worried the rest of the night about you since I had no idea that you would do such a thing. 

I participated in pit band my junior year since my boyfriend at the time had signed up for it.  I absolutely loved being in the pit and playing my flute for the musical.  Yes, it was a lot of hard work and a lot of hours to put in, but I did it.  And you were sitting right next to me the entire time.  I will never forget the day you blew up in everyone's faces.  The director had asked you on multiple occasions to stop texting during practice and the shows because you were missing your cues.  You didn't listen to her though so when two people from the pit band stepped up to yell at you, you grew pissed off.  They had asked you nicely, really, but you yelled at them and told them to fuck off.  When you stormed out, everyone talked about you behind your back.  I'm sure you knew that they had since you had asked me what they did after you left.  I stayed neutral even though I was siding with everyone else.  You really had no right to blow up at the director or at any of us.  With you missing your cues, you were messing up those who were practicing or performing on stage.  That was rather rude of you.

We had stopped talking once you graduated and I was somewhat thankful since I couldn't stand you blowing up at people anymore.  You did it to everyone and were very rude.  However, this past year we were brought together.  Someone had posted on my Facebook wall that they were really excited that I would possibly be attending the same school as her next fall.  Her and I were commenting back and forth and then you butted in by asking me all sorts of questions.  I answered each question with honesty and not bitchy, if I might add.  Although, when I went to the home page of Facebook I was greeted with this status that you had posted:

I fucking hate you, I hated you in high school I hated you when you thought you were better than everyone else. Your bullshit arrogance pisses me off. Your not cute brace-face, your boyfriend looks like a little boy and your full of yourself. You think you can do everything better than anyone else. I am all for not limiting yourself but come on, you are not becoming. That's why you've had so many troubles in your life. Maybe if you weren't such a bitch, so arrogant you would get farther but you've always thought you knew what was best. You just seriously piss me off and I fucking hate you. ~*~You know who you are after this post~*~

Where the fuck did this come from, hmm?  I really wasn't rude to you at all when I answered your questions!  Anyone can look at the wall post and read the comments!  And this isn't all of the mean stuff you said to me that day.  Oh no...there were comments that you had posted in response to someone who was fueling your anger:

if i cared enough id kick her ass just so she could see my wrath and its not even just me, its all of her friends that are saying this. people that have been her friend since elementary school. they just tolerate it. im willing to say all the things i feel and all the things that others agree with me on. shes full of herself and she needs to know that its unbecoming,

And:

like i said before, im nice and a sweetheart until u wrong me, no need to be rude when i havent done anything to u. but im glad i posted this because ppl i didnt think would speak out to me about this did and i found out that im not the only one that feels this way, may not have come off about it with such a strong force but they agree with me about her. good came of this: i found some followers and this girl now knows how i feel about it. Side note to said girl: everyone feels the same way as i do, im just brave enough to step up and say it. get off ur high horse, because u compared to everyone else at svsu, ur nothing. and in the real world, no body is anything of importance except #1 the president #2 god.

First off, I must say, that you have horrible grammar and you spell things incorrectly.  This drives me completely insane.  Secondly, I really didn't do anything to you to provoke you to write such hateful things.  In fact, I have been nothing but nice to you at all times.  Why in the hell would you write such horrible things?  Thirdly, I have friends, thank you very much.  The "followers" you speak of, I'm pretty sure you only have a party of two: you and The Girl That Put Me Through Hell.  Good luck with that because I could really care less about what the two of you have to say to me.  And also, just to let you know, I had many people comment on my wall about you and just in case you didn't read them, here they are:

Dear jerk that is being a major bully to Sam!
I'm glad you can bully someone via Facebook that takes a lot of balls. I hope someday you get put in your place because that's just rude. . .but I haven't known her for that long and I enjoy her presence. and because Sam is too nice, and your name for her was right on the dot, "an angel", I will tell you right now all you are is a bully and you are insecure and place them on Sam. You obviously are not an adult and I hope you hit puberty soon!  

And p.s. Sam does not have a fat face, it's nice to pick on people via Facebook, people probably have said rude things behind your back, their just to scared to say. . . because your a punk ass scary bully with no balls.

Dear Bully, when you get your period, let me know. I'll through you a coming of age party.

Dear Bully: I could say quite a few things about your appearance as well but I will not sink to your level of immaturity. Bullies are people who have been hurt too many times so go pick on someone else. I love Sam.  She is an amazing friend.  So stop being mean and go pick on someone else. :P

And:

Dear bitch that is bullying Sam, you calling someone "unbecoming" is the funniest thing I've ever seen. Also, you say you had "courage"? You posted a fucking status on Facebook. It isn't anything to write home about. You had the "courage" to start drama and bully someone. To call her names and say that everyone feels the way you do. You are the single most ignorant person I've ever had the unpleasantry of talking to. You make an illiterate 4 year old orphan seem like Erwin fucking Schrodinger. You have no right to do what you did. Grow up. Move on with your life.

When my boyfriend and I broke up about a month ago you had the guts to message me.  Here was our conversation:

You: i know ive been a bitch but u were still one of my good friends, what happened?? are u ok??

Me: No, I'm not okay.

You: what happened? i know ur not ok, me and my guy are fighting right now and i have plans of moving into an apartment close to his house and it feels like were breaking up, i feel horrible right now with my guy too, u know u can always talk to me sam, ive always listened to u and given u the best advice, what happened?

Me: He broke up with me. Nothing else to say.

You: what was his reasoning?

Me: He doesn't have feelings for me anymore.

You: u guys have been together for a long time, and when ppl go off to college or graduate from high school things in general change and they are bigger changes then we think they are. theres living situation changes and schooling changes and sometimes relationship changes too. its just part of growing up.  and i know it doesnt matter what i say, but i promise u, no matter the pain ur in now, u WILL find someone that will be your forever.  I know we havent talked much since high school but i still love you Sam.

Again, seriously...learn how to spell and take some grammar classes.  I cannot believe that after all of the nasty shit you said about me, you still "love" me and care about me.  I don't want your "advice" and I don't need your sympathy.  How you could think that it was okay to message me after a few days of you saying such mean things you get all nice again.  You might want to go to the doctor and get checked for being bipolar.  Seriously.  

Say all you want to me, but really I could care less.  You blow things way out of proportion and I'm not the only one who sees this.  So many people wanted nothing to do with you because all you would do was start drama and yell for no reason.  I was always nice to you and stuck up for you a few times when I actually disagreed with everything you were saying.  You're someone who needs to be the center of attention, start drama, and blow up for no reason whatsoever.  You really have some angerment issues, Missy, and you should probably work on them.  

Sincerely,

Samantha