thoughts to a friend on a recent circumstance still being buried.
Hah. I just emailed you and obviously we’re on the same wavelength. But you need not worry about those people. I do not care what they may or may not say and obviously the forums are locked down so anything they might say would be safely invisible to me.
Look, people like that only talk when they think there are no repercussions to fret for it. And there’s nothing they would say that would matter except as validation of how fooled and foolish I was to ever trust them to begin with… and frankly, I’m bloody enough without adding that to the bucket. So really, no need.
On the other hand, this isn’t one of those ‘you can’t be my friend unless you hate them, too’ deals. If you enjoy being there, be there. Nothing here cares except my ego and that’s not important anyway.
It isn’t me, myself who would like to burn that fucker to the ground and salt the soil. It’s my ego. And yes, freely admitted, my ego would love to lovingly slice his soul until it screams the way he has made mine scream.
But in the end, that’s just lessons for learning, you know? Stupid fool like me needs to learn not to just hand my soul to anyone who says they would like to cradle it. Most times, they don’t really want to cradle it, they just like the sound it makes when they squeeze it and they don’t particularly care if it can breathe or not… hell, squeeze that fucker until it stops moving, then throw it on the ground in disgust and go find another to savor. After all, plenty of souls wanting to be cradled in the world….
But yes. My ego wants to see him bleed, hear him scream, and watch him weep for the death of simple dreams.