We are not aquaintances

I don't know you and you don't know me. I'd like to make that clear because I really mean it, you don't know me. You know of me through association but I do not consider this enough for you to know me. It annoys me when I hear stories that have included you making a judgement of me because I don't really know where you could have gained that opinion as I have went out of my way to distance myself from you. It angers me when I turn up at a party and you are there. It makes me wish to gouge out my eyes when I realise that you are bringing a friend over to introduce to me because for some reason you think that I would want to know someone you are friends with. I'll be totally honest I don't. If they are anything like you then I would rather get hourly prostate exams from a porcupine.

You probably find it frustrating when I ignore you to the point that I have literally developed a talent to see through you. I imagine this is a similar talent to that of all of your previous lovers. I'm going to be honest I find it frustrating when I am clearly trying to read a book or listen to music on the bus when you decide to go out of your way to make sure I realise you are on the bus by tapping me on the shoulder or pulling my headphones out altogether. Don't worry I do realise that when you are visiting your poor boyfriend that you get the same bus as me, I dread these encounters. Everytime I get on the bus and see you already on it my heart literally stops in the fear that there might not be any seats and I will be forced to do the walk of shame and sit next to you.

I sometimes worry that in me refusing to acknowledge you I am missing out on something big. I mean you are going out with a friend of mine but let's be honest you're also going out with a lot of other peoples friends.

I love that when ever one of you turns up in someones life that person suddenly becomes a social pariah. It's not because we stop liking them all of a sudden, it's because we dread them coming to the pub and bringing you so that we can spend the next 3 hours getting drunk to the monologue of your day at work and why the photocopier was doing the colours wrong all day.

What depresses me is that everything I love gets destroyed by you. Any band which I hear will instantly be ruined for me by you declaring your love of this song which featured on your favourite American teen drama. Any actor I enjoy will become the thing of nightmares for me as soon as he features in your hero section on Myspace with a glittery lettering declaring him fit.

The thing which angers me the most about you is when you attempt to give me advice on my lifestyle. First off I don't live a kind of lifestyle that requires judgement. I don't have any need of your advice as you work 9-5 in an office with no chance of promotion and are one of those sad tryhards who wishes they were one of the well known girls in their social circle but in reality you're just one of the background faces. You're that girl who's always in photos and people always go “Who's she?”, in fact that's not even true, you're the girl who always takes the photos and then ask “who's he?” as you march back to the table which you're mates are sitting wide eyed and gasping that you know those really cool girls. If you were to be given a name in the credits of life you would be 'Plain girl #3'.