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In the last week I've had upwards of 3 people ask me what my problem with Danielle is, and it's really starting to piss me the ******** off. This is my vendetta with Danielle:
First off I talked to her for a few months, and in all honesty thought she was a pretty cool chick. I went on a total of 2-3 dates with her. I then come to find out some things she neglected to tell me about herself; she is anorexic AND bulimic, which is a little redundant in my opinion; she is emo, despite denying it to me; she lied to me and said she was in to Heavy Metal. Really I wouldn't have given a flying ******** if she wasn't in to Metal, she really did not have to lie to me about that one, let alone steal bands (whom she'd never heard of before) off of my music list. Now I'm willing to look past all of this, for the sake of keeping a friendship.

A month or two pass and she calls me telling me that she's been hospitalized. Why? Because she told her therapist that she is going to kill herself. Don't ask me why, she seems like she has a pretty damn good life. Okay, now she is on Maui in a hospital, she calls me just about every night and we talk for a good 30 minutes. All is fine and great.

By this time I have lost literally all interest in her per dating goes, but she is still a friend and I hate to lose them when I have them. Now she asks me if I smoke, to which I answer "no", I don't smoke, brothers. She then proceeds to tell me that if I do decide for myself to ever start smoking she will stop being my friend. A little weird if you ask me.

Now it's party time, she is drunk off her a** by the time I get there. Some time passes and I realize that she is so drunk she quite literally cannot walk anymore. So I pick her up off the floor and lay her in a bed; in about 5-10 minutes she comes out and grabs a bottle of Saki saying "I n33dz moar nao", I grab the bottle and tell her she doesnt need anymore, I mean come on guys; you should have seen this chick. She then lets go of the bottle and sits down, the bottle comes back and hits me in the ******** face. I've got a pretty nice little scar from that one, you filthy hypocrite.

Okay, now she is in bed crying her eyes out saying "Amanda hates me", "Seneca hates me", and my personal favorite "nobody likes me", lucky guess on her part, I suppose. Now I'm in a chair getting really ******** tired of this, trying to calm her down, to get her to stop crying. Guys hate to see girls cry, it's not that we feel bad for you, it's that we don't know what to do. Do you need burped, do you need changed? Adrian gets the bright idea to come in and help me, all is fine and great until Adrian starts making out with her. Which by the way, guys, she is not all she's hyped up to be; not as good a kisser as she likes to boast. This really pisses me off, some a*****e who insulted me 4 years prior (which I never forgot) is not only making out with but also grabbing the a** of my drunk as s**t friend. I don't care for when a guy takes advantage of the dames.

Okay, we move it out, she has almost stopped crying. I'm steaming from Adrian being the c**t that he is. He's over there, and Danni is off somewhere pissing or crying or being emo. So I punch him in the face, when he drops I get on top of him and start wailing the s**t out of him. He's bleeding all over the place, and Danni doesn't know what the ******** happened, so she is kissing him and crying. You'll have to ask someone else, I can't remember all the details of this part of my story.

We take a taxi home, Seneca, Amanda, and Danielle go back to Danielle's house. I wake up the next morning to find out that Adrian being the dumb s**t that he is stayed in Seneca's house for the night, not only that but stayed there when Seneca told him she'd called the cops for the robbery that had happened earlier the previous day. He rats out everyone that was at the party. To add insult to injury Danielle decides to tell her mom all about the party, all about how she was almost raped by an albino, all about how she got so drunk she literally could no longer feel feelings. Her mom then calls the cops and says that Seneca was just playing a prank, and that the robbery never actually happened.

I have since stopped talking to Danielle, she calls me out of the blue about 2 months ago, approximately 4 months after all of this took place. She then tells me that she is a druggy now, which my reliable sources tell me that she has only experimented with pot twice, and popped a couple of sleeping pills one time, hardly enough to call herself a druggy. Not only that, she tells me that she is an "alcoholic", which 4 months ago was the first time she'd ever drank, let alone been drunk. Also she smokes cigarettes. Not only that, but she had also forgotten everything about me, all the time I spent talking to her was gone, she couldn't remember a single thing about me; I felt betrayed on many levels, and all of you should understand that I fear and hate nothing more than betrayal on any level by a friend. I ask her why she stopped calling me and she tells me that Dave told her not to call me or talk to me anymore, you know what a real friend would have done, Danielle? Tried to talk to you anyway.

I had really planned on telling her off, but you know what? It's not even worth it, though, Danielle it's probably best that you and I don't talk anymore.

So basically my reasons for disliking Danielle:
She is a filthy hypocrite
She lied to me on several occasions
She ******** over Seneca, which made me lose any kind of trust for her

I hope that explains things, brothers. And I hope Danielle reads this and decides to message me, if she would like to prove me wrong on all of this, I'd be willing to hear it. Honestly, I don't care anymore, all of this s**t I don't care for. I wish you to get whatever in life you want, Danielle, even if it means you have to step on someone's head while they are drowning to get it.