Cryptic Shit I'm Too Afraid to Tell People

I hate the way you write. The style is extremely pretentious, fake, and overly flowery.
Your photography sucks, okay maybe it doesn't suck but it's not that great, it's the camera not your artistic skill.
You are not Audrey Hepburn get over it.
You are so vain, it upsets me.
You are too self-involved.
Things will change and you will be happy.
We get it, your life is perfect, now shut up.
I know you sent those e-mails, I shouldn't know but I know. That is why I am not your friend.
You have an infatuation with fame, it's pretty transparent.
I don't love you anymore, I wish I did.
I care, but I don't want to care.
You should be nicer just because.
I wonder if you ever loved me, I don't think you did, I think you loved being loved by me. But you never loved me.
You need to learn how to not throw money out the window. This way you can afford living alone and having a girlfriend.
You have everything I want, but I know things are hard. I wish I can make them better, but I can't.
I don't understand some of the things you say, are we speaking English?
Seriously, be nice or at least nicer, it makes things so much easier.
I know you are lying.
Dude, I'm a conservative, I seriously don't like Obama.

Blogging can be so cathartic.