My Best Friend

So here goes. We met in 7th grade. She’s like my sister. I tell her literally EVERYTHING about me. She tells me everything about her,too. Today was different though. She told me she was bulimic, or at least she said she was going to become bulimic. I tried convincing her out of it. I don’t get why she wants to do it. Aside from the obvious weight loss reason, but even the she’s really tall, really tan, and she’s like BARBIE perfect. Her body, she IS really skinny. She said she wanted to be like me, that her shape wasn’t good enough. I feel like i can’t help her at all. Im tired of her ALWAYS making up problems. ” Im going to cut,” ” My dad yelled at me,” “This shit always ends in heartbreak.” Yet when i tell her my problems nowadays its always ” wtf.” or “:o”. Im starting to get tired of this crap, this bullshit. She’s 14, no such thing as a heartbreak exists. Im tired of trying to boost her self esteem because all she does is bitch and moan and complain about the world. I’m 14 as well and i like enjoying my fucking life. I’m naturally always happy and making people smile and laugh. She just brings me and my mood down. Everything is ew fuck my life, for her. I cant tell her im tired. i can’t tell her shes annoying me with all the problems she keeps giving herself. She knows shes skinny she even told me before, but now she wants to purposely throw up? Alright. So i guess this made me sound like the BEST friend anyone could ever ask for. I suck, she sucks. Whatever, That’s all.