yes. i'm pissed at you.
I know you don't think I'm still mad, but I am. I just don't understand how you could think I'm this horrible person with no consideration for your feelings. After I finally admitted to all the things I never told you because I didn't want you to feel bad, becuase you always seemed to, but it was so hard to keep you in my life. After I stopped whenever telling certain stories becuase you weren't comfortable hearing it. After I endured all the criticism, listened all the time to how dumb I was for sticking around and now, suddenly, becuase you have someone you understand? Now, suddenly, everything is okay? You told me you couldn't go over all of break without seeing him, knowing what I went through being sick, what the big first date night that we've been planning on for weeks might turn out like and how it would kill me if it did? No. I don't have a problem being girly and giggling over it all with you--I always wanted to anyway. But I never thought that you knew me this little or resented me this much, and I just can't get over that in a week.
And you. You. All I tried to do was make you feel better, and you had to get all smartass. AFTER I told you I was pissed. I will apologize for hanging up on you. I will not apologize for getting angry at the fact that I was trying to be nice and a good friend and feeling bad for how stressed out you are and how crappy you feel and you just had to make something out of it. You wanna talk to me? You don't wanna lose me? Fine. It's up to you now. You wanted to push me away, and this is the first time I've let you. Let's see what happens.
And him! He who may end up reading this just because he's "checking up" on me. I hope you're freaking reading this. I know you're trying to piss me off. I'm not stupid. You will no longer be successful becuase I will no longer speak to you unless you can act like an adult and not the jackass that you are in reality.
And you two were my best friends.
This leads me to one and only conclusion:
I *REFUSE* to speak with any college student until their finals are over. Year after year when I don't have to deal with it, I get verbally whipped and pounded on by those who do, and those who matter most to me. This year, I quit. I'm not doing it anymore. Suffer on your freaking own.
Exceptions are as follows:
1. Sam. Becuase I need to see her. (NOTE: Sam's status as "student" is actually up for debate at the moment as I understand it. Just for the record.)
2. Bob. Not a full-time student; a theatre buddy; someone who has never taken anything out on me.
3. My husbands. Becuase I miss Chris like hell, and I never talk to Tom anyway.
This is not up for debate.
To Haldan and Heather--If you want to make plans for break, I'm all up for it. I'm not getting pissed at you guys. I have no reason to. Just, please. Not 'til finals are over.
The rule stands. I have already lost my two best friends over this (or feel like I have, anyway); I do not need to loose anyone else.
If there is an emergency, I can be reached. If there is not, do not consider me alive until you are packing to come home.
Do not try to post angry messages here. If you do, you will find that everything is being screened. I will not read it before I delete it if you are not of the exceptions on the list. Same goes with any comments on my facebook and myspace.
I don't want to have to do this, but I don't know what else to do anymore.
And you. You. All I tried to do was make you feel better, and you had to get all smartass. AFTER I told you I was pissed. I will apologize for hanging up on you. I will not apologize for getting angry at the fact that I was trying to be nice and a good friend and feeling bad for how stressed out you are and how crappy you feel and you just had to make something out of it. You wanna talk to me? You don't wanna lose me? Fine. It's up to you now. You wanted to push me away, and this is the first time I've let you. Let's see what happens.
And him! He who may end up reading this just because he's "checking up" on me. I hope you're freaking reading this. I know you're trying to piss me off. I'm not stupid. You will no longer be successful becuase I will no longer speak to you unless you can act like an adult and not the jackass that you are in reality.
And you two were my best friends.
This leads me to one and only conclusion:
I *REFUSE* to speak with any college student until their finals are over. Year after year when I don't have to deal with it, I get verbally whipped and pounded on by those who do, and those who matter most to me. This year, I quit. I'm not doing it anymore. Suffer on your freaking own.
Exceptions are as follows:
1. Sam. Becuase I need to see her. (NOTE: Sam's status as "student" is actually up for debate at the moment as I understand it. Just for the record.)
2. Bob. Not a full-time student; a theatre buddy; someone who has never taken anything out on me.
3. My husbands. Becuase I miss Chris like hell, and I never talk to Tom anyway.
This is not up for debate.
To Haldan and Heather--If you want to make plans for break, I'm all up for it. I'm not getting pissed at you guys. I have no reason to. Just, please. Not 'til finals are over.
The rule stands. I have already lost my two best friends over this (or feel like I have, anyway); I do not need to loose anyone else.
If there is an emergency, I can be reached. If there is not, do not consider me alive until you are packing to come home.
Do not try to post angry messages here. If you do, you will find that everything is being screened. I will not read it before I delete it if you are not of the exceptions on the list. Same goes with any comments on my facebook and myspace.
I don't want to have to do this, but I don't know what else to do anymore.