Faretheewell

Not the name of a song for this blog this time. Prolly is, but I'm not listening to it. It's to Ocean. She's been trying to project her nonsense on me for the past two weeks and I'm not having it. I told her not to post about drugs and such on my facebook. But she just kept talking her hippie bullshit about what a long strange trip it's been...

Not that I'm saying it hasn't. It has been a long strange trip. But when I directly ask you not to talk about that on a public forum that people I work with see and warn you not to do it or else I will block and ban you, you should take me a little seriously. And she's bringing up shit I repeatedly apologized for and then tells me "Good luck coping when your dad dies..." I told her thanks, that I would prolly need it. And she continues to carry on.

First time she's texted me or cared about anything. But of course, it's because no one else wants to listen to her carry on. And I'm done trying to appease her. Realistically, she hasn't been a real friend in 6 years. So this is a cut that isn't going to hurt me too much. Should have been done when she told me she was posing for GWF in her bathing suit right before the 10th year high school reunion. So, I'm done. My mother was right. She's bad vibes.

Went back and looked at my LJ. The original blog. Before blogs were blogs. Whoa. That shit was intense. I see now some of the stuff I said and did was a little... insane. But I was 19. I didn't know better. And also there's the one I read from the last time GWF and I slept together. I described that pretty well. I could be a novelist maybe after all lol.

A part of me still feels bad. But her incessant texting to me a full half hour nonstop after I deleted her crap just keeps proving to me that all the stuff she's saying about me is what she must really feel about herself. This isn't Festivus, it's St. Patrick's Day. So I'm not going to air all of my grievances. But faretheewell...