Sometimes I let outside forces have rather too great an affect on me. I talk to an angry, bitter, resentful little person and let his goading, his rage, his sadness wash over me and take hold of me! He is able to possess me and wreck havoc through me. But no longer will I stand for his bull shit. I never really have, but I've always been more understanding. Well now, I don't really care if he feels understood. Why should I, when he makes no attempt to reciprocate? The result is just taxing on my spirit. Especially when I'm sick, exhausted, and emotionally spent. Then I just cannot.
I rather love him though, and I count him as a friend.
Ugh, I don't know. I would like to kill him. RIGHT bloody now.
Rather than ending his life, I shall use a giant spoon to eat my remaining cereal. I will laugh at the absurdity of it. I will savor the taste and feel of chocolate on my tongue. I will let go and instead of being his friend I will be the wall he talks to when he's alone.
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