When hatred strikes... the wrong way
(sighs) To all that may be even giving a (censored) about me and actually take time to read this... I thank you.
But this hasn't been a good day at all. And no, it's not because it's Monday. Monday's actually a good day, usually... at least for me. (mutters) Not this time.
Waking up at my usual late time, friend calls, tells me he's not working. Fun. Comes over, we mess around a bit... then there's the argument at 3:30... enough to instill the fact in my head that yes... I'm a total fuck-up. Very lovely.
Evening comes, more problems there, until the argument's resolved at around 7. Finally some time to relax, and mess around again, this time going out to do it. All cool, right? Counting out the (insert swearing string here) mosquito bites... yeah. Best time of the day actually comes afterwards... until now.
Here I am, it's 4, I'm heading to bed, but I check a friend's journal... (sigh) Big mistake... one I can only resume with one simple lyric:
"She Fucking Hates Me".
Simple conversation we had the other day about some things I wanted more info on. Hell, I didn't think I was pushing too hard! Sorry, "Fire" (coughs), I'm not a fucking telepath! I'm a healer, yes, not a telepath! Be that as it may, you hate me? No need for arguments, I'll leave, no questions asked. Hell... I thought we were pretty good friends by now, after all we've done. Apparently I was wrong, though I don't know why it had to end this way. I've got but one more thing to say.
So long, Azure. Been nice talking and knowing you, but if you want it to end, I'll end it, no questions asked. Not going to forget you... and it ain't because of this.
...I feel like falling apart. As if this supposed illusion of freedom was already fading, now this... I'm just a fuck-up, this only proves it more. I'll go... I think I've already cracked enough for tonight... later.
But this hasn't been a good day at all. And no, it's not because it's Monday. Monday's actually a good day, usually... at least for me. (mutters) Not this time.
Waking up at my usual late time, friend calls, tells me he's not working. Fun. Comes over, we mess around a bit... then there's the argument at 3:30... enough to instill the fact in my head that yes... I'm a total fuck-up. Very lovely.
Evening comes, more problems there, until the argument's resolved at around 7. Finally some time to relax, and mess around again, this time going out to do it. All cool, right? Counting out the (insert swearing string here) mosquito bites... yeah. Best time of the day actually comes afterwards... until now.
Here I am, it's 4, I'm heading to bed, but I check a friend's journal... (sigh) Big mistake... one I can only resume with one simple lyric:
"She Fucking Hates Me".
Simple conversation we had the other day about some things I wanted more info on. Hell, I didn't think I was pushing too hard! Sorry, "Fire" (coughs), I'm not a fucking telepath! I'm a healer, yes, not a telepath! Be that as it may, you hate me? No need for arguments, I'll leave, no questions asked. Hell... I thought we were pretty good friends by now, after all we've done. Apparently I was wrong, though I don't know why it had to end this way. I've got but one more thing to say.
So long, Azure. Been nice talking and knowing you, but if you want it to end, I'll end it, no questions asked. Not going to forget you... and it ain't because of this.
...I feel like falling apart. As if this supposed illusion of freedom was already fading, now this... I'm just a fuck-up, this only proves it more. I'll go... I think I've already cracked enough for tonight... later.