Falling, Failing, and Freeing

It's been a crazy week...
Here's an overview:
No school on Friday because I went to see my mom become a citizen. Woohoo!
Over the weekend Abilene, Essie, and Nakia all hung out. It paved the way for disaster...
Sunday: Everything fell apart...
Then all that school stuff...

What's that? You'd rather hear about Sunday? Well, good!
All right, you know how I said the way for disaster was paved? It really was! I predicted the super-fight long ago, so it wasn't really a surprise. But it still hurt.
I'll break it down for you:

Part One: THE SITE
So I was editing the "What NEIO Is" page...Normal. But Abi kept going back and changing it. I didn't notice at first, but she had been leaving little notes for why she deleted it. They kind of had Essie written across them...
"Warning: touch this page and prepare to be pluto-ed!"
"because im the admin and it is unwise to change what i do..."
Hmm...
Apparently, I changed it one too many times. I soon received an email saying I'd been "promoted." From Moderator...to Writer...eventually to Registered User...
I also received messages from Abilene on the site. They said ridiculous and vicious things (almost cyber bullyish...and just because we're friends doesn't mean she doesn't have to follow the rules...). Saying I was a hypocrite and I was only doing this because I didn't like Essie. I ended up taking off a whole bunch of stuff I'd put on the site (including things about me), and I left. They put it all back, and then "promoted" the only person that would be so nice as to take it off for me. Oh yah! She made an obvious reference to my Problems list...saying it was her site and such (actually, it's Wetpaint's...). Leading me to my next point...

Part Two: THE STORY
I tried talking it out. Every time we talked about the story I was ignored. And we know what happened with the Problems list...
I tried taking a break. Abilene forced me to be dragged back in via the site.
What's left?
As much as Abilene says she "needs" Essie, I'm starting to just believe her. So what if I've been there forever? According to Abilene, I didn't even really create it! (Her "logic" there was that if she would have never told me to write more then it wouldn't be here. Although somewhat true, she missed a bigger part of that...If I never wrote that first bit, it NEVER would have even EXISTED.) So, I'll let her have Essie. I'm out. If I want to write more, I can do it on my own. I don't need a co-writer. I really never have. I only wrote it because it was a symbol of our friendship. And now...

Part Three: THE SEATING
This whole week I've been sitting at a different table at lunch. It's to show my independence. To show that I'm not a part of them. We've been headed this way for a long time, and I've been wanting to make new (hopefully better) friends. There are so many things about them that I can't take any more. It seems everything happened almost at once (even though it's been building up for awhile...).