May 7th, 2009; 11:52 PM
I don't need to know her name.
I don't want to know her name.
It's just one more thing to wrap my head around, and take up the time that I don't really have anyway. One more thing to poison my thoughts and upset my sleep -that is, if I was getting any these days.
The last thing in the world that I wanted was to actually talk to her. And yes, I must agree with you. -She is stupid. I remember sitting there in shock, at how much you went on and on about how dumb she was. I thought at the time that you were being cruel, and trying to pull me into a mean spirited joke, as if we were old-friends-like-minded-and-playing-for-the-same-team-of-losers. But I am not your co-conspirator. And I feel ashamed for my moment of weakness, when I told her all of the hurtful things you had said to me about her. I do not like her. I do not respect her. And I do think that she is mentally inferior. But that does not give me the right to hurt her. To use my words and wit like a sharp sword against her. I have pride in being a nice person. In being the kind of daughter that my mother can be proud of. Of including people, and always trying to see the good in others and hard situations. And I lost myself there, for a moment. I lost my composure. My equilibrium. And I sank to your level. I do not wish her any ill will, (even though I do wish she could form sentences a little bit faster.) And I do not wish you ill will either. I only hope that you get everything that you have given and more. I hope you learn to feel. I hope you understand one day how to treat people. People like me. And I hope that you require more of yourself. I hope that you learn to fulfil your obligations to others. Such as repaying debts, being on time, caring for others (even sometimes FIRST! GASP! What a revolution that will be for you my friend! To think of someone else's feelings!) In short. I hope you grow up and get your shit together sir! Good luck. And good bye.
I don't need to know her name.
I don't want to know her name.
It's just one more thing to wrap my head around, and take up the time that I don't really have anyway. One more thing to poison my thoughts and upset my sleep -that is, if I was getting any these days.
The last thing in the world that I wanted was to actually talk to her. And yes, I must agree with you. -She is stupid. I remember sitting there in shock, at how much you went on and on about how dumb she was. I thought at the time that you were being cruel, and trying to pull me into a mean spirited joke, as if we were old-friends-like-minded-and-playing-for-the-same-team-of-losers. But I am not your co-conspirator. And I feel ashamed for my moment of weakness, when I told her all of the hurtful things you had said to me about her. I do not like her. I do not respect her. And I do think that she is mentally inferior. But that does not give me the right to hurt her. To use my words and wit like a sharp sword against her. I have pride in being a nice person. In being the kind of daughter that my mother can be proud of. Of including people, and always trying to see the good in others and hard situations. And I lost myself there, for a moment. I lost my composure. My equilibrium. And I sank to your level. I do not wish her any ill will, (even though I do wish she could form sentences a little bit faster.) And I do not wish you ill will either. I only hope that you get everything that you have given and more. I hope you learn to feel. I hope you understand one day how to treat people. People like me. And I hope that you require more of yourself. I hope that you learn to fulfil your obligations to others. Such as repaying debts, being on time, caring for others (even sometimes FIRST! GASP! What a revolution that will be for you my friend! To think of someone else's feelings!) In short. I hope you grow up and get your shit together sir! Good luck. And good bye.
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