Dazed and shattered now it hurts

I'm actually starting to feel like a stupid brat that even I myself may recall as a jealous bitch. You talk to me like you hate me in fervent passion and as simple as it sounds, I don't like it. But who would? You converse with other girls and friends in such a welcoming and posititve manner, but with me you speak in such unusual tone and mood. Sometimes it makes me think whatever have I done to you to make you single me out from the rest. No matter what time or day, the happiness I pour out in a conversation always becomes dissipated into arguement. It's your incredulous words that always tend to win me over and leave me speechless in defeat. Like what the fuck is happening? Why me? It's all so ridiculous and immature and I can't even encrypt where your ignorance is leading us to become, are we going to eventually become strangers again? I may be seeking attention from you, but please don't disregard it all. I may be stuborn to even look into the way you talk to others but what else is there for me to do? We're supposed to be best friends, but they can't be pushed around in this way, I deserve to know what the hell is going on.