Mom: Yeah, Katie, stop being such a wallflower. Be more like Ashley!
Ash: YEAH! Katie's a loser HAHAHAHA I'M SO FUNNY HAHAHAHA DIDN'T YOU LIKE THAT JOKE I JUST MADE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Mom: You need to live more, Katie. Participate in life.
Ash: YEAH! Be COOL like me! Because getting constantly drunk and high and hooking up with random guys and wearing slutty clothes and talking shit about everyone I know is COOL and traits that should be DESIRED. Chances are I'm gonna have an abortion before I even turn fifteen LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
...Okay. I actually love Ash. She's my friend. But she's... not like me. At all. And all my mom ever tells me is to be more like Ashley--always laughing obnoxiously and whining and ohmygoddidyouhearwhatabitchihopeshedies-ing.
I have zero interest in being an airhead, and I /do/ have a life. It just doesn't include solely pot and condoms (or a lack thereof).
I just spent an hour and a half at her house via mom's request and when we weren't straightening our hair (oh, the joy!) or talking shit about one of her gajillion boyfriends (He said that she said that he said the she wanted to screw me! What a freak! And then I said that he should tell her to tell him to tell her that blah blah blah blah blah), we were on FB. Ashley KNOWS I don't have FB. This is a fact. Mom has forbidden it--I don't have FB. But, sure, I think it's FUN to sit at the computer and watch you whine with some other sleazy pothead about that guy that you ARE BUT AREN'T DATING AND OMG HE'S SUCH A DICK I KNOW SOMEBODY THREATENED ME WITH A KNIFE AT SCHOOL OMG GIRL UR SO FUNNY HAHAHAHAHA I LOVE U UR MY BFF.
As I've said, though, I don't mind Ash. I like her. I just can't understand why the hell everyone thinks I should be just LIKE her.
I am me.
She is her.
I don't want to be her.
Ever.
Stop telling me I should.