Thursday, September 24, 2009

On the surface, I'm calm and serene. Under all that, I want to throw chairs and kick holes in the walls.

I can't stand the idea that I was worth so little to someone I would have gone to the wall for. I can't stand knowing that this person would crawl over my dying body to grub for a dollar.

Sick. Sick, sick, sick.

But it's nothing new. I really need to reevaluate my friendship criteria.

1 comment:

Donna said...

This is why I have one best friend, my husband, Cliff. And my dog Sadie, of course.

Being raised in the country as an only child turned me into the loner I am. Cliff is always telling me I don't need people.