Oh, Jesus, I'm going to vomit.
No, I'm not, because I refuse to believe that this is real. Like pretty much everyone else in the known universe, I have had ugly fallings-out with school friends. But my mother would have killed herself before she would have deigned to act like a teenager in order to embroil herself in my private dramas. And she would have had me committed had she caught me saying anything like what I just read on that website.
Update A commenter suggests that, as I suspected, this is fake. I can't figure out if this is more or less disturbing.
As pointed out in the comments to said blog: fake blog is fake.
Is the story itself fake? It is in the New York Times.
If that blog is real, I'm going to be Miss Nude America 2008.
It's better if it's a hoax--we already know that the Internet is a pool into which people freely pee, and we're ready for that. And sometimes it's a welcome addition.
For example, I'm pretty sure that Terry Schiavo's blog (durrrrr at blogspot dot com) is fake, yet it's also hilarious.