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Feb. 11th, 2005 10:43 pmAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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I am not mentally deficient. My emotions are perfectly valid and DO NOT PATRONIZE ME. I care that you had a shitty day. It makes me want to make you happier. I kind of stop caring after the fifth time you tell me to shut up or laugh at something I took seriously. You think and think and after several years you're hit on the head with a grand epiphany. "Oh. Briel's just pretending to be a bitch. She's really nice and sweet on the inside so I can treat her like shit." Well guess what? It doesn't matter that you think/know that. Any reaction that I have is going to be the reaction of the bitch. Does it make you happy to know that I'm at home crying over you? Was that the reason you called? You son of a bitch. I hate you. I hate everything you believe in and everything you stand for. We do not belong on the same planet much less the same state. But sure, next time you call I'll pick up the phone. But it's not because I'm being nice. It's not because I give a shit about you. It's because I'm listening on the other end hoping for you to tell me that this is it. You've had enough and you're thinking of cutting your losses, among other things. I'll be there for you and hold the blade steady. So have a nice life.
(what's the point of these entries that the person who most needs to hear it will never read? Livejounal is not a journal. It's a grand play. There's nothing that anyone writes that doesn't take into account everyone else's reactions. And we'll all just farce the day away...)
HHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I am not mentally deficient. My emotions are perfectly valid and DO NOT PATRONIZE ME. I care that you had a shitty day. It makes me want to make you happier. I kind of stop caring after the fifth time you tell me to shut up or laugh at something I took seriously. You think and think and after several years you're hit on the head with a grand epiphany. "Oh. Briel's just pretending to be a bitch. She's really nice and sweet on the inside so I can treat her like shit." Well guess what? It doesn't matter that you think/know that. Any reaction that I have is going to be the reaction of the bitch. Does it make you happy to know that I'm at home crying over you? Was that the reason you called? You son of a bitch. I hate you. I hate everything you believe in and everything you stand for. We do not belong on the same planet much less the same state. But sure, next time you call I'll pick up the phone. But it's not because I'm being nice. It's not because I give a shit about you. It's because I'm listening on the other end hoping for you to tell me that this is it. You've had enough and you're thinking of cutting your losses, among other things. I'll be there for you and hold the blade steady. So have a nice life.
(what's the point of these entries that the person who most needs to hear it will never read? Livejounal is not a journal. It's a grand play. There's nothing that anyone writes that doesn't take into account everyone else's reactions. And we'll all just farce the day away...)
