It's a strange thing, I haven't felt this betrayed in a very, very long time, but now I do. I don't even know how to really put into words how I honestly feel, not that I actually write a lot of these journals, evidently. But I am sure if anyone's been keeping up with my twitters and such, they probably got the gist of it anyways.
I honestly am at a loss for words and really don't know where to even start to think on this. Because I sat there and supported the person, was trying to get the problem situation that was spawning resolved before it escalated, then next thing I know I get sucker punched. Right now, I just want to know what happened at the moment, but evidently asking for real answers, especially since the body of truth was going to be presented to said person, is something they don't want to deal with, and would rather do something really wrong than try to be civil, mature and adult about the whole matter, something said person claimed.
And it all really stinks because not more than a night before, was sitting down and talking with said individual and kept getting praised and told how such a great friend I was. Yea, obviously I was to get sucker punched like this.








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[Things are always in the last place you look, because once you gound it, you stop looking.]
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"Scribbling myself into a stupor since 1987!"
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[Things are always in the last place you look, because once you gound it, you stop looking.]
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