[bitesize]

I think our friendship would work better if you weren't so immature. I do love you, but it's often like babysitting a nine-year old... it's like that's what age you are in your head. It gets so tiring finding the energy to deal with the boasting and gloating, the self-centredness and the attention-seeking. You didn't ask me one word about how my new college course was going, yet you mentioned how bored you'd been in your various classes at least four times. When you felt like you were losing the game you blamed it on us, on your letters, on anything but you, and brought up the fact that you beat me last time (really wish I'd never let you win.... it's such a trivial thing but I should have known you'd never let it go.) Everything I say is met with a sarcastic or belligerent remark. Every silence was punctured with a new statement about yourself. I can't say anything to you in confidence without worrying that it's going to be said in laughter behind my back. It just takes energy. If you would grow up a little bit, be slightly less self-involved and egotistical and not be so quick to jump down people's throats at the slightest thing, you might find I'm easier to get hold of, more willing to stay in your house, and I might text back a bit more. But you need to realise this.