Don't be a boob

If you decide to be unhappy keep it to yourself... I don't want you to rub off on me. I don't need to sit and listen to you be upset for hours on end. Because who ever you're complaining about will probably complain to me later about you. If your car breaks-- I'm sorry, but seriously, it's not the end of the world. Things could be worse. Like you could have cancer (like someone I know) Your family member could have been shot at Ft. Hood today. My life is far from perfect, but I'm not whining to you about it... I'm going to do something to fix it, or get over it. I might whine for a moment; I won't lie, but seriously... you being the baby of the family and being used to constant attention won't get you far with me. I was not raised that way. I'm not going to accompany you to everything that you want me to. I'm not going to bend to your every whim. I'm not that kind of girl. I will have my own life. I am going to do my best for me to be happy. Call me selfish. Whatever. I need to take care of me. I am moving out. Without you. I am finding a new ward. A new set of roommates. Older, more like me, more mature... I love you, don't get me wrong. We had fun at the beginning, but lately I've just become your sounding board. Just someone to listen to you whine about everything that you feel like is terrible in your cushy- trust-funded life.