Wednesday, January 22, 2014

day seven.

the only thing I'm sorry about right now is that murder, assault, & arson are all illegal & that I do not live in the Purge universe.

i'm not actually saying that I want to commit any of these crimes, employees of the NSA. but I am saying that I am angry. I am so terribly, horribly angry.
 
I will never understand certain people. I will never be able to grasp how exactly they are able to do awful things and still lay down & sleep at night without a problem, while I lay awake so tangled up in angst & doubt & fear that I can barely breathe.
 
I had a friend. I say had because after the events of this evening, I will be returning everything in my possession that belong to them & never speaking to them again. You see, I have been friends with this person for 2 and half years. You would call us best friends. Our children were like siblings. We loved each other, depended on each other, & cared for each other.

But now here I am. There have literally been dozens of instances of this person acting unlike a friend. Causing fights, freezing me out, sabotaging other friends I would attempt to have. They wanted me all to themselves & would stop at nothing to make that happen.

But just now, they told me such a blatant, bold lie to my face that I am done. I'll get back to you all tomorrow in greater detail, but right now all I want to do is go to bed.
 
toodles.

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