venting: to a friend (in defense of someone close to me)

you hate yourself right now. you look down on people who you think are beneath you. all of us who don't drive the right car or don't fit into a size six or who've had problems, issues you think you're above having. i see it. who are you trying to fool? you don't fool me. you probably think you're better than me. its okay. you might think you're better than all of us. but let me tell you something, you're human. and let me tell you something else, you're not perfect. none of us are. she may not be thin. she may not be refined. she may embarass you with her frankness. but she has heart. and you hate yourself right now and it makes you feel better about you when you put her down, when in truth this has nothing to do with her and everything to do with you. and you hate yourself right now. i see it in the way you obsess about your looks, obsess about your weight, about what others think of you, in the way you treat your friends. because you can't love another unless you love yourself. you are not perfect. i don't care if you're a hundred pounds or four times that, you're my friend. i don't care if you drive an audi or walk, you're my friend. i don't care if you have a louis vuitton bag or have to stuff your money into your back pocket, you're my friend. and its sad. because it seems to me you have no concept of what a true friend is. what a true friend should be. who the hell cares what others think when you have a friend like her? the bullshit she has to put up with! you look down upon her yet use her at the same time. use her to make yourself feel better, or worse, because you know that in a desperate way you need her. its sick. and you know what, fuck the act already and get off your high horse, you have issues like the rest of us! you're hurting those around you, you're wrong and you know it. owe up to it. you've fucked up. if you can claim ownership of your successes, then be woman enough to claim your fuck ups too.

thats all i have to say about that.