Saturday, April 05, 2008

Empty Promises

. . . are the cancer that will tear this society to shreds.

Everybody has a certain level of business that their lives maintain. Everybody has their commitments, but when you strike a common interest that I have shared for YEARS, it becomes heavily unnerving. And it happens again. And again. And again.

I wish I could express in words the frustration I feel towards you, and you, and you.

I feel that most of those words would consist of 4 letters, though.
-Pardon my French.
In other words, I have no other words.

Also, you are the epitome of hypocrite. In fact, I found your picture in the dictionary. All I had to do was look up synonyms for "Take Advantage Of". I cant walk into her house without seeming to walk on a thin sheet of ice. Eggshells included. I see through you now. I'll beat this starting now.

In other news, I'm otherwise very happy.
New work location is amazing.
Cassie is amazing.
Overnights are slow.
I'm done.



Fin.