The fuzzy warm feelings about her speaking up over alcoholism have pretty much worn off -__-
I never, never see her; I see her boyfriend more often. Because he never goes away. He's here in the morning while I'm making breakfast. I hate myself for being so nasty, but. Ugh. I tried to make an effort last week, asked her to go have tea, and she
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I should still probably talk to her. Or--text her, since it's impossible to ever be alone with her in person. I just. Am not sure this friendship is worth the effort anymore.
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Which... in a weird way is possibly why I'm so reluctant to say anythjng at all. My thoughts are so scrambled with anger that I don't trust them, I'm afraid the anger is distorting everything. I want to wait until I can be calm and rational about it.
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