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Gah, I think I might end up going insane. That is, if I'm not already.
I don't really want to go too much into details, lest you think I'm more of an asshole than you already think I am.
There are times I like being a heartless bastard. I really do. I generally get to avoid the annoying emotional stuff that drive so many people nuts. But every so often, those pesky little emotions actually do surface, and make life a hell of a lot more complicated than it really needs to be. This is one of those times. It's been hovering around for the last couple months, since a little before my birthday, but, as a whole, seemed relatively bearable. The last couple days, maybe the last week, it's really been getting to me. And the thing is, I can't think of a good way to fix it all, since the only way that I think would work would be to stop talking to my best friend, and that's just something I can't bring myself to do. Not only would it hurt me, but it'd hurt her too, since we're both pretty much in the same boat. Well, I can think of one other way of fixing it, but sadly, that isn't currently a viable option.
What makes it more frustrating is I already know the end of this story, or, at least, the most likely end, and, to be fair, it'll probably end exactly the way I want it to, but patience is not really one of my virtues.
Well, I know this was all really vague, but chances are, if I told the whole story, it wouldn't make me look too good. Hell, there are times that I don't think too highly of myself thanks to all this. I just needed to vent, to write some of it down, so that's what I did. If you really want to know, just ask, and perhaps I'll share.
OK, well, I think I'm going to bed.
I don't really want to go too much into details, lest you think I'm more of an asshole than you already think I am.
There are times I like being a heartless bastard. I really do. I generally get to avoid the annoying emotional stuff that drive so many people nuts. But every so often, those pesky little emotions actually do surface, and make life a hell of a lot more complicated than it really needs to be. This is one of those times. It's been hovering around for the last couple months, since a little before my birthday, but, as a whole, seemed relatively bearable. The last couple days, maybe the last week, it's really been getting to me. And the thing is, I can't think of a good way to fix it all, since the only way that I think would work would be to stop talking to my best friend, and that's just something I can't bring myself to do. Not only would it hurt me, but it'd hurt her too, since we're both pretty much in the same boat. Well, I can think of one other way of fixing it, but sadly, that isn't currently a viable option.
What makes it more frustrating is I already know the end of this story, or, at least, the most likely end, and, to be fair, it'll probably end exactly the way I want it to, but patience is not really one of my virtues.
Well, I know this was all really vague, but chances are, if I told the whole story, it wouldn't make me look too good. Hell, there are times that I don't think too highly of myself thanks to all this. I just needed to vent, to write some of it down, so that's what I did. If you really want to know, just ask, and perhaps I'll share.
OK, well, I think I'm going to bed.