I'm Conceited, Be My Friend

Today started off fantastic. Got a good night's sleep, woke up at six o'clock am easily. Went to the high school for my final in my driving portion of driver's education. Yes, I'm 17 in two months and I'm just now getting my license. I passed! It was great. I got home and watched CSI: NY then got a text from my friend. He had agreed to chill for a bit. Then I get a call an hour later saying he's getting gas and is on his way to his new girlfriend's house. This new girlfriend of his is one of my old friends, and has dated him, now, for the third time. Okay whatever, I thought they'd eventually come get me because he had already agreed to hang out. I call him multiple times, no answer. Now I'm getting angry. So I text his girlfriend, "Tell him to answer my calls." Her response, "He doesn't care." I said, "Yes, he does." She responds with, "He told me to say that, so bye." ...wtf? So I start bitching, of course, and I say he'll prove to be a shitty boyfriend a third time because he's always been a shitty friend. She says, "Like you?" again...wtf? I ask for an example and she comes back with when haven't you. Hah, good one. Give me a real example. Her example? "Your conseated think your bad ass when your not dont give a shit about any of your friends." (With those fantastic spelling and grammar flaws.) Woah, woah, woah. Excuse me? Since I can remember I've always put my friends before me, and if I didn't it was because they deserved it. This day has gone to shit, and fast.