No matter how much time passes, there are always a handful of moments that try as you might, they continue to burn you if you think too much about them.
I just had one of those moments.
A few years ago, someone supposedly posing as my good friend did something very, very nasty to me. It hurt. A lot. I know this will sound very immature and cryptic, but I can see that this same individual is going to pull the same stunt on me. Now - again. The shock was so intense, I actually very nearly threw up. Of course this person has no idea of the damage they are about to be responsible for.
I wish I had a best female friend, like on the movies and all those American programmes so I could cry on her shoulder. Or a significant other’s shoulder. Trying to be the good girl has got me nowhere. One day that individual is going to be very sorry and get their comeuppence. I’m done with this trying to be gracious shit.
I’m not being melodramatic; I’m gutted. Life is stupid. Damn you, Nob: I should have died in your place and you could have lived in mine. You would have done a much better job of it. The sails of this snark are down and not likely to be sailing anytime soon (thanks to Frosty for the various definitions of snark). I just need to start hanging out with the right people. Again, sigh.
