So, I thought I was over it all.I did.I really, and trully thought that I was, but even now my eyelids are heavy with the tears.Swollen.Red.Bloodshot.I was sitting there in my tub, letting myself melt into the water. My mind was blissfully blank. Just sitting there, breathing the healing steam deep within myself. And the tears just began to flow at the first unbidden thought of Curtis, and his admonition that I was one of his best friends, and the fact that he hasn't called, or even talked to me on IM unless I say hello first. And I realized it was just all lies again, and the easy way out, and he probably can't freekin' stand me. And lately, (like right now) Lowell has been messageing me all the time, and I'm just all what the hell is up with that, and he says "LOL" to every other thing I type, and I called him on it. I think I was being bitchy. Something that only happens about 2-3 times a year. Now I feel dirty. Yes, Peth, you can kick both their asses.
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