: Fuck you. I am not your prey. And I am not your victim.
Everybody has one - that single individual in the entire world who can bring out the worst in you, no matter where you are or what you're doing. That psychic vampire that breeds negativity, feeds on your insecurity, and weighs down the atmosphere of the entire room just by being in it.
The kind of person who, upon meeting you for the very first time, wisely informs you that they can look into a person's eyes and see their soul. And that you are an empty hollow shell inside.
The kind of person who, on your last meeting with them, declared that you're going to live a long, lonely, unfulfilled life, because you have too high of standards. And, to be quite honest, all the times in between weren't really much better.
The kind of person who pretends to be friendly, appears to be friendly, is seen by the entire rest of the world as the sweetest, kindest, most lovable human being. But you know differently, and you'll always know differently, and nobody else will believe you - because it's your fault and every single thing they've ever said about you is true. You are an empty, hollow shell. And you'll live a long, lonely, unfulfilled life. And you're the one who got angry, not them. You're the one that lost composure first, not them. So they get pity, while you get reprimanded because you hurt their feelings. Funny, how no one cared about the thousands of times they've gotten under your skin, torn apart your soul and spit it back in your face with nothing a gloating smile and an aura of spiritual superiority.
So yes... last night, I finally had enough. This has been a painful, exhausting week of nothing but trouble. And when she sat down next to me while I was busy minding my own business, I tried to ignore it. I engaged in benign chit-chat, kept my eyes to my magazine, and hoped she'd just go back to class so I could go about the rest of my night in peace. But when she butted yet again into my private life, especially on the topic of my love life, I grew annoyed. I told her it was none of her business. When she refused to understand that extremely simple concept, I felt obliged to repeat it. Loudly. And laced with all the cold, negative bile she's shoved down my throat for the past several years.
Bottom line: I was sick and tired of being forced to take her shit with a smile. And I don't care if nobody else believes my side of the story. It's the truth.
If I'm in class, I'll be civil, out of respect for my dojo and for my Master. But maybe next time, I say that my private life is none of their fucking business, they'll leave me the fuck alone.
Current Lips: gold and black gradient blend
Everybody has one - that single individual in the entire world who can bring out the worst in you, no matter where you are or what you're doing. That psychic vampire that breeds negativity, feeds on your insecurity, and weighs down the atmosphere of the entire room just by being in it.
The kind of person who, upon meeting you for the very first time, wisely informs you that they can look into a person's eyes and see their soul. And that you are an empty hollow shell inside.
The kind of person who, on your last meeting with them, declared that you're going to live a long, lonely, unfulfilled life, because you have too high of standards. And, to be quite honest, all the times in between weren't really much better.
The kind of person who pretends to be friendly, appears to be friendly, is seen by the entire rest of the world as the sweetest, kindest, most lovable human being. But you know differently, and you'll always know differently, and nobody else will believe you - because it's your fault and every single thing they've ever said about you is true. You are an empty, hollow shell. And you'll live a long, lonely, unfulfilled life. And you're the one who got angry, not them. You're the one that lost composure first, not them. So they get pity, while you get reprimanded because you hurt their feelings. Funny, how no one cared about the thousands of times they've gotten under your skin, torn apart your soul and spit it back in your face with nothing a gloating smile and an aura of spiritual superiority.
So yes... last night, I finally had enough. This has been a painful, exhausting week of nothing but trouble. And when she sat down next to me while I was busy minding my own business, I tried to ignore it. I engaged in benign chit-chat, kept my eyes to my magazine, and hoped she'd just go back to class so I could go about the rest of my night in peace. But when she butted yet again into my private life, especially on the topic of my love life, I grew annoyed. I told her it was none of her business. When she refused to understand that extremely simple concept, I felt obliged to repeat it. Loudly. And laced with all the cold, negative bile she's shoved down my throat for the past several years.
Bottom line: I was sick and tired of being forced to take her shit with a smile. And I don't care if nobody else believes my side of the story. It's the truth.
If I'm in class, I'll be civil, out of respect for my dojo and for my Master. But maybe next time, I say that my private life is none of their fucking business, they'll leave me the fuck alone.
Current Lips: gold and black gradient blend
Current Mood: 
enraged
enraged