BOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!

Okay, okay, okay. I've been trying to sort this shit out for the last three days cause they've been so insane it's ridiculous. So much so, that I didn't go to any of my three classes on Friday, cause I needed a damn break. First off on Thursday, we had a friend go to the doctor, and return less than favorable. So we helped as much as we could, and we watched as she returned back to her original state. But just yesterday, so had a supposed relapse, and it was much worse than the first time, but I'm wondering about how truthful that was. Unforetunately, she's burning her bridges out really bad, cause she's going to really need our help, and by that time, we're going to be so busted that we're not going to want to hear it. She's already worn three of us thin, and I'm afraid for what could happen in the possible future if something bad happens. Unforetunately, I've watched as the three of them are completely turned off by her antics, and their tired of the game already. It's really sad...



Add to this the problems with the other girls and you've a nuclear bomb in the making. Why exactly one girl thinks that she can ruin the lives of eight other people because she's not getting what she wants, is completely beyond me. I'm just waiting for the right moment when the one girl feels that she's have enough and stands up to this other chick and stops playing with everyone. It's really getting old really quick. And this girl is ruining everyone's mood, and instantly everyone gets on edge when she walks in the room. And it should never be that way. It's really sad that everyone feels that they need to bow down to this girl so that she feels accepted...



Throw in the mix that I ran into my bane of existance during the first instance, and it makes matters worse. He was only there to try and faciliate the doctor personae, and when he realized that he couldn't he tried to leave all of us alone. When my friend realized what he was doing, she forced him to stay with us. But the entire time, I was thinking "What are you doing here? You know you don't care! You don't care about anyone, remember?" And earlier in the week the one friend came to me telling me to strike up a conversation with him, because he had been happy to see me, and I told her he could rot in the burning coals of Hell for all I cared. In truth, that's not true, but it sure sounded good at the time. And isn't always that way? You reserve your deepest hatred for the people not who did the simple small shit that you don't care about, cause their peons. They don't matter. You might be pissed at them, but that's about as far as it goes. No. You reserve that soul searing internal organ boiling hatred for the people who did the foulest shit to you. Thankfully I only have two of those people on my list. And it would be narrowed down to zero if they would simply apologize and admit their wrong doing. But if they refuse, as do I. All I'm saying is that they better hope I never become a hired assassin, and see their name on my list, cause I'd do the job without being paid. Just for the pure joy and satisfaction. That'd be it.