Celeste.

Feb 28, 2003 09:43

So. C told me a story about an old friend last night. Her name's Celeste.

She's a cunt.

Well, thats what C called her, under his breath. This girl used to date a buddy of his, and then she broke this buddy's heart, and C has never really forgiven her for hurting his buddy.

She still moves in mutual friend circles though, and has moved on to an older man, some tripped-out thirtysomething that, apparently, no one has taken a liking to. They all whisper their disdain and disapproval to each other under bated breath.

And here's what he has to say about it all:

It's just, you know, she's got this huge group of friends who think the world of her, and she's absolutely gorgeous, and she's got this artistic mind that so few people have... and she's just... depressed. And she doesn't know how not to be depressed. And she just ends up with these guys because she can't figure things out on her own and when things don't end up working out, its off to the next guy. And its just... unfortunate. Its unfortunate. She's just weak.

I just stared. I stared, and stared, and stared.
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