I've already given up on you...

Teh...You're worse than my parents when it comes to understanding me, which is saying something beyond remarkable. Congratulations!
And, no, no you won't ever talk to me about him ever, ever again, because, seriously, that was the last straw that broke the camel's back so to speak. I've told you countless times how much these things upset me and yet, you no listen...I give up on you. Completely and utterly.
I've gotten more understanding, comfort, support, et cetera from someone I met on the internet that I've been chatting too for 15 minutes than I ever gotten from you. You know how SAD that is?
And YOU should hear yourself ALL the time!
And besides, how do YOU know if I love someone or not? Maybe, again, if you actually paid attention to me, you might have known. Really. The rat I've had for not even three days more than likely knows more about me than you.
And I now seriously give up! I had EVERY SINGLE right to be upset! And again, I wasn't angry at first until she started to tell me to chill. How many more times do I need to type it out, huh? Me. Was. No. No. Pissed. Off. Before. Christine. Made. Me. Go. Boom. Boom. Ka-boom! Bang! -insert other exploding noises here-
And did you ever think she may be lying to you, huh?
And I can't believe YOU sometimes, although I seriously don't know why I am. I should be all nice and used to it. Hell, I should be EXPECTING it!