I'm sitting here listening to Fiona apple, pissed off out of my mind.
2 men I considered friends abandonned me this week. Its really been fantastic all around. No, really, I mean it.
I spilled the full story to Angie tonight. Felt good to let it out to a sympathetic ear. I'm still moody and indecisive though. I try to shrug it off like it doesn't matter.
I still feel the sting of rejection. Why isn't my friendship enough for some people? Why does it have to be more? I guess really, the fact that they want more should be flattering, but the fact that they turn down contact at all with me because I won't be 'theirs' is reason enough to walk away with my head high. I won't be someone's property. I can't.
Out of sight out of mind I guess.
I feel full of rage and depression right now.
Why doesn't my happiness matter to my 'friends'?