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[eliza_phelp]

Well, today was crap. I went to first period, even though in retrospect I probably shouldn't have, and then I skipped English because I had that with Bill, who, coincidentally, I got locked on the roof with. I think we worked some stuff out; we can both go to English, at least. Weird people at this school, I'll say that. Anyway, I went to the Nurse

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[witty_astraea]

Look, I'm not going to go into any amateur psychoanalyzing on you, because people who do that are annoying. I'm not going to suggest that any of the things you've done, which you say seemed right at the time, were piss-poor notions

[eliza_phelp]

To be entirely honest, I don't really care anymore. I'd love to write a long rebuttal to your argument (say, mentioning that my uncle isn't actually in hell), but I don't really feel like it. Thanks anyway for the pep talk, but pep (and most forms of psychology) makes me want to kill myself, so unless you're trying to encourage me...

[fidelioscabinet]

If you do he wins.

Or do you like that idea?

[eliza_phelp]

Hey, what do you know about my uncle anyway? And how'd you find out?

[witty_astraea]

Blake almost gave it away after this meeting, because he was so upset over it. It wasn't intentional on his part, I assure you; as soon as he realized what he was about to say he clammed up. After that I started putting two and two together. It's easier to do that if you've been down the same sort of road, although your road looks a hell of a lot worse than mine has been.

You're entitled to be miserably unhappy, pissed off, and all that, but unless you start boxing a bit smarter you've let him win.

[eliza_phelp]

No even Blake knows the half of it, which means you know even less. I don't see why that seems to think you can offer judgment.

[bakunin_burger]

So much for a change Eliza. I thought you were trying to be nicer?

[eliza_phelp]

Nicer to you, baby. Nicer to you.

[bakunin_burger]

I guess that's supposed to make me feel special...

[eliza_phelp]

*Not even

[burning_blake]

You're a little too smart for your own good, aren't you? Thanks so much for giving Eliza the wrong idea about me. After all, she's got entirely too many trustworthy people in her life--she needs to think that there's someone who'll betray her.

I trusted you, you know. Not with everyone's secrets, but I never thought you would pull something like this. Shows how much I knew.

[burning_blake]

You did kind of post about him, remember?

[eliza_phelp]

I didn't say a lot about him. Really, Blake, what precisely did I say. And what precisely did you tell her. I'm trying not to call you a bastard, but if I find out you told her shit, I'll fuck up my arms again just to throttle you. Got it?

[eliza_phelp]

And there are, of course, supposed to be question marks at the ends of some of those sentences.

[burning_blake]

I've been looking at this over and over, trying to figure out what the hell Aphra was talking about. I honestly don't think I told her anything about it

[eliza_phelp]

Okay, okay. Fine. I grant you that. She could figure out some of it on her own. But there are some things she's said that are really... coming across as if she knows more than she ought. Reread her first comment. I've gone through my journal and comments, and I'm not sure what would have tipped her off to so much. It sounds like she's making most of it up, but if she is... that's even worse.