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.