When one just simply must say enough....
Enough with the drama, enough with the pretending to be a friend when all you want is to keep me down with you, enough of the lies and betrayal.
It is indeed sad when one you thought was an ally turns out to be a foe. Sure, your instincts screamed that fact every time a story was told twice with a different scenario, every time things just did not quite add up, yet you kept hoping, kept saying to yourself that you had done so much for this person there is no way they'd be stupid enough to screw you.
Well, I was wrong.
I am hurt.
I am pissed.
More so pissed at myself for not realizing that there was no hope, that there was no wake-up call that would ever be answered. I must admit my capacity to care was slowly whittled away these past few months, yet in the past days, it has come frighteningly close to non-existence.
No, correction: it is non-existent.
I do not have the capacity or patience to deal with someone so blind, so insistent in their own lie that they cannot keep it straight. I cannot be forced to care for one that cares so little of what happens to one they called sister. I cannot be concerned with the well-being of one who is as selfish as they are, one who wants liquor and drugs at the expense of their own child's well-being.
There is no feeling except the determination to take care of me and mine from now on. Not a selfish thing, to want to keep a roof over one's head, to have nice things, to not have someone begging for your last dollar for their next fix [even if they claim it is for food or gas].
Those in my Circle will always be taken care of.
Those who wish to remain in my Circle will know the meaning of vengeance if they ever choose to betray me, for once exiled from the protection of my Circle, there is no redemption.
I only wish there was someone there that I could rest my head upon for the moment, as these storms have me weary, this battle has me rusted and weathered. Yet I stand strong, stand firm, stand defiant in the face of those who wish to tear me down.
I will not lose that which I fought so hard to regain.
I will not be back to where I was three years ago with nothing.
I will win this time, will be victorious.
These thorns which I walk upon will not bleed me dry.....
Enough with the drama, enough with the pretending to be a friend when all you want is to keep me down with you, enough of the lies and betrayal.
It is indeed sad when one you thought was an ally turns out to be a foe. Sure, your instincts screamed that fact every time a story was told twice with a different scenario, every time things just did not quite add up, yet you kept hoping, kept saying to yourself that you had done so much for this person there is no way they'd be stupid enough to screw you.
Well, I was wrong.
I am hurt.
I am pissed.
More so pissed at myself for not realizing that there was no hope, that there was no wake-up call that would ever be answered. I must admit my capacity to care was slowly whittled away these past few months, yet in the past days, it has come frighteningly close to non-existence.
No, correction: it is non-existent.
I do not have the capacity or patience to deal with someone so blind, so insistent in their own lie that they cannot keep it straight. I cannot be forced to care for one that cares so little of what happens to one they called sister. I cannot be concerned with the well-being of one who is as selfish as they are, one who wants liquor and drugs at the expense of their own child's well-being.
There is no feeling except the determination to take care of me and mine from now on. Not a selfish thing, to want to keep a roof over one's head, to have nice things, to not have someone begging for your last dollar for their next fix [even if they claim it is for food or gas].
Those in my Circle will always be taken care of.
Those who wish to remain in my Circle will know the meaning of vengeance if they ever choose to betray me, for once exiled from the protection of my Circle, there is no redemption.
I only wish there was someone there that I could rest my head upon for the moment, as these storms have me weary, this battle has me rusted and weathered. Yet I stand strong, stand firm, stand defiant in the face of those who wish to tear me down.
I will not lose that which I fought so hard to regain.
I will not be back to where I was three years ago with nothing.
I will win this time, will be victorious.
These thorns which I walk upon will not bleed me dry.....
and the there was a fucking laptop in the front compartment- WITH TOUCH SCREEN NAVIGATION 
he is hopelessly annoying and uuuuuuu I just wanna 
and the day before she was supposed to solve a payroll problem with one of the employees since she is mgr 
