The Perimeter

You fucking bitch. You have some goddam nerve. Did you even bitch at anyone else saying the medical system was bad all over? Fuck no. Did you even notice my first three sentences? Fuck no. All about me? Fuck no. But you think its all about you. Poor you. You try so hard. You're so hard done by. "Wah-wah-wahh, oh me, oh me, oh me. me. me. me" "MY boat" "she stuck her oar in MY boat!" Dumbass fuckface crazy psycho controlling bitch, its HER boat, not yours.  I don't wanna see your smug, judgeMENTAL fat face, and I don't wanna have to deal with you and your fake, self-serving God shit I heard she kicked you out of her house two weeks ago, because of YOUR frustration with her. She's a very sick woman right now, in addition to everything else, her BPD is gone full blown, and you're antagonizing her. I think you thrive on the drama. You do. You thrive on the drama and the attention. She won't accept help because she...

I used to have a little keychain with a pink fluffy guy on it, that if you whacked him on a hard surface, that's what he'd say. I feel like that today. For the last 3 mornings I've been having conversations with her in my head first thing when I wake up. I've dreamed about her too. I've dreamed she's feeling great, and we were hanging out, having all the fun we used to have before this horrible thing started happenning. There were times my anxious self had convinced me she didn't want to be my friend anymore in the past: When she had a gf, when she spent a lot of time online with a man, and when she  hung out with this other person for a while, but really, it was still fine between us, even though I had twinges of jealousy, and twinges of feeling like I wasn't good enough, because I didn't have the means financially to give her things I wanted to, while I watched  them lavish her with gifts. I had to remind myself that my unconditional love for her w...