It's Time to Grow Up...

So there are quite a few things I need to say to you. Most, I've pretty much gotten out, but there are still some to go.
I don't feel bad for you. I don't feel bad that your boyfriend is across the country or that you have a shitty job or that your cousin is stealing from you. Why? Because recently, you've been a shitty friend. It wasn't until now that I could really notice it. You only want what's going to please you in the moment and the second anyone is strong enough to stand up to you, you shy down and try and play nice. I don't feel bad, at all, that you think we're drifting apart. We are drifting apart. It's time that I grow up and realize that my best friend in middle school won't always be my best friend.
Want to know why? Because I'm almost 20. I have changed so much since then and it's hard to see all the difference in you. You still steal from me, you still try to control everything, you still use me.
I'm especially annoyed at the fact that you have finished off my favorite cereal when I only had two bowls of it and I'm very annoyed that you drank the rest of my juice when yesterday, there was half a container of it left. That shit, I bought for myself. And you know what? I hate that you complained that someone finished something of yours when you think you're totally entitled to finish something of mine. Maybe I'll start labeling my food? Then again, that probably won't stop you.
Also, I know you were in my room again. My closet door was cracked open. I never ever leave it open. And my bathroom light was on. How stupid can you be?! Honestly...I'm so done with this friendship. I can't even stand to be around you anymore. Even sitting with you and watching TV is torture, dragging on. Fuck shitty roommates pretending to be good friends and then being in shock when I don't want to treat you nicely.