Saturday, December 14, 2002
I feel so icky. Whatever Pat had, he gave it to me, and it sucks. I just want to lay down and go to sleep...
The weather is disgusting, too... slushy snow.
Oh, yeah. I have plenty of friends, you know? I'm not a terrible person. If I was, I wouldn't have too many friends, right? So when someone says I complain too much... well, they need a wake-up call. Email after email full of complaints, they say? Okaaay, let's check my "Sent Messages" folder. Two emails in the last three weeks. That is just email after email, isn't it? And yes, one of them was about a problem I was having at the time. But, I just read over that email, and it isn't the wallowing-in-self-pity kind of complaining. It's the I've-got-a-problem-but-I-am-strong-and-can-move-on, moral-support seeking kind. That is not bad. That is the kind of stuff friends should like to hear.
And you know what? This person's litany of complaints EVERY DAY in their blogger seems so much more ridiculous after he's just berated me.
I don't keep friends who can't support me. And I won't give him the satisfaction of thinking he's hurt my feelings. Sorry, kiddo, it takes a bit more than that. I find your type of arrogance extremely disgusting and somewhat disturbing.
(P.S. I edited out some of the harsher parts of this post. I'm actually a lot more angry than this post may convey, but I don't think it's appropriate, and I'm not going to let someone who doesn't mean very much to me anymore throw off my center of balance too much.)
dreamt by Christine at 12:22 PM
Friday, December 13, 2002
I'd started to write about three times since Sunday, but nothing has really come out of it. I don't have a lot to say, but I thought I should update, just to let people know that I'm doing well.
dreamt by Christine at 3:24 PM
Sunday, December 08, 2002
I don't know what to say, except that I'm pretty sure I know what I have to do, and I really, seriously don't want to do it. I'm trying to combat my pain with frequent doses of self-pity and chocolate-covered everything.
God help me... seriously.
dreamt by Christine at 8:47 PM
Well... I have a lot of praying to do. "Thy will be done" are possibly the most dangerous words I've ever spoken.
dreamt by Christine at 1:10 PM
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