Alright, I realize that a) I've broken my "most posts in a 24 (or any other) hour period" and b) probably scared any sane person who actually does care enough to read this blog...at last count being three people? Roughly.
So, no, I'm not going to cut. Not tonight, and not because some moronic boy pissed me off by being a boy and not thinking before he opened his damn mouth. Which, for this boy, is pretty typical, so I don't know why I was surprised.
I've decided that he's not worth me crying, or freaking out, or having even the slightest intention to cut. Why? Because he's a stupid boy. That is what I've decided.
There is not a single person on this earth right now (who I have met, anyway) who is worth the pain I would be putting myself through if I went back to being who I was. So, I'm not going to go there. Granted, I'm still not going to talk to the guy any time soon because I am still pretty pissed at how inconsiderate he was. I mean, he did eventually ask how I was and if I was okay, but that was only after I told him that the situation I was in tonight escalated to a point that reminded me of my dad; and by that point, I'd been stewing for a good hour or so and I ripped into him. And if I try to talk to him now, the verbal lashing he will get will make him volunteer to be castrated. I'm not quite pissed enough to deny him future children, although I do hope they take after their mother in the brain department.
So, no need to worry. I'm not going to hurt myself. Plenty of other people are willing to do it for me.
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