Jan 31, 2004 19:17
I don’t like this, I really don’t. I want people to be honest, I really do, but I don’t want to be around people like that. I sighed, well I suppose this was life.
I headed for my room, alone, and somewhat hurt, ‘I may be strong, but people being hurtful to me isn’t really what I look for when I’m imagining a fun day. They can bite me. Quite literally bite me. Then I can have leave to go on and throttle them, instead of be mauled by words. Great, Love this.
I didn’t realise at first I was muttering to myself, but then it didn’t matter as I thought no-one else was around.