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would you catch me if I fall?
Apr. 26th, 2004 01:41 amI give. I'm too tired to put up with this shit anymore. I don't get back enough to make up for having to edit every thing I want to say. I don't have enough other distractions [people or otherwise] to make up for what I'm not getting. I am just too fucking tired to deal with this in any other way than to shut down and shut her out.
I'm not going to her stupid handfasting because I don't think I even like one of my best friends anymore. I don't think I can like someone who only sees something wrong with wanting her other best friend to have the shit beaten out of her when I am offended to the point of hanging up the phone on her. That's just... fucked up.
Yeah. The other friend, Lisa, is crazy, and is pretty much skating on thin ice. But if there's one thing Cass should know by now, it's that people who think they're in love do very, very stupid things. Like cheat on someone who could very well kill them if they ever found out. But wishing that Lisa's husband would beat the living tar out of her "so she'd learn a lesson"? The fuck? Especially when Cass's beloved was trying to get the phone so he could call and tell Lisa's hubby just so that hubby would go nuclear. Add into this Cass's declaration that if hubby appeared, all pissed off and looking for Lisa, she'd tell him exactly where Lisa was... and that's it. Fuck her. Fuck them. I don't want to hear anymore. I don't want to know her anymore. I don't think I do know her anymore.
And the only way in hell I'm going to the park on Saturday is if Ryan will be there. There's a better chance of hell freezing than that.
And she still doesn't get it. I miss my friend, but this imposter can go to hell. I'm tired. Very, very tired.
Oh, and I'm going to kill whoever launched the rumour of Prue's likeness actually appearing in tonight's Charmed episode. The back of her head does not count.
I'm not going to her stupid handfasting because I don't think I even like one of my best friends anymore. I don't think I can like someone who only sees something wrong with wanting her other best friend to have the shit beaten out of her when I am offended to the point of hanging up the phone on her. That's just... fucked up.
Yeah. The other friend, Lisa, is crazy, and is pretty much skating on thin ice. But if there's one thing Cass should know by now, it's that people who think they're in love do very, very stupid things. Like cheat on someone who could very well kill them if they ever found out. But wishing that Lisa's husband would beat the living tar out of her "so she'd learn a lesson"? The fuck? Especially when Cass's beloved was trying to get the phone so he could call and tell Lisa's hubby just so that hubby would go nuclear. Add into this Cass's declaration that if hubby appeared, all pissed off and looking for Lisa, she'd tell him exactly where Lisa was... and that's it. Fuck her. Fuck them. I don't want to hear anymore. I don't want to know her anymore. I don't think I do know her anymore.
And the only way in hell I'm going to the park on Saturday is if Ryan will be there. There's a better chance of hell freezing than that.
And she still doesn't get it. I miss my friend, but this imposter can go to hell. I'm tired. Very, very tired.
Oh, and I'm going to kill whoever launched the rumour of Prue's likeness actually appearing in tonight's Charmed episode. The back of her head does not count.
