September 3rd, 2010
Right before eleven am.
On a Friday.
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So.
A lot has happened. Yet at the same time, next to nothing has happened at all.
It all starts...well, really, it all starts months ago. But that's a long complicated story I really don't want to jump into. Either way, yesterday Thorn and I got into a fight. This fight was entirely my fault because technically I triggered it, but it was bound to happen eventually and I basically just sped up the inevitable. Said spat resulted in her leaving forums and the Veritas and all that crap altogether. Thing is, I don't regret it. If I had to live through that again, I bet I would make the exact same decision all over again. Because there was no way in hell we were ever going to be friends again. How horrible does it sound if I blame this on her, because she's been acting like a different person? Uber-bad or just kinda bad or bad but true? *ponders*
And the strange thing is, I don't really seem to care. As in, I did not sit around moping. I stayed on my computer. I read fanfics. I waited for Des to show up, 'cause I had to talk to her, and right after she did show up I had to leave. Then I watched TV, wrote a bit, read Artemis Fowl. Took my dogs for a walk. Nothing strange. I mean, it was basically as though I never talked to her anyways. At one point she was my best friend. That point ended two months ago. Because if she truly gave a damn about us, she wouldn't leave, no matter what. She'd stick around even if we hate each other's guts and would murder one another if we lived in the same state. And so from that it becomes quite obvious that she doesn't care about us. And so the feeling is mutual, for me. I'm sick and tired of her crap anyways. It was her choice. She made it. And she can deal with the goddamn consequences, if any.
The three main revelations that come from all of this:
I do not care.
I do not regret it.
And I am sure that I would do it all over again in a second, cruel and heartless as it may seem.
--Ave
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