I have no armor left. You've stripped it from me. Whatever's left of me, whatever I am, is yours.

in correlation to last night's post

I can't believe your audacity and your blantant intentions to be down right cruel. It is sickening, why do you act like that? I'm not going to pretend as if it didn't bother me. It did, it really really did. Mission accomplished. At least I maintained my composer until the parking lot. I didn't even know it at first until I made that God-awful croaking sound. I like the snot to run a little, the tears to accumulate a bit before reaching for the sleeve. Then I know I'm really crying. Crying just isn't crying unless it's messy. And then I was laughing. Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion. Why the sudden change of heart, you ask? Well because you, my friend, are living an empty, meaningless life. You are in denial, I (clearly) am not. I realized that I am so much above this. I dont mean that in a conceited way. But not only have I not sucked eight dicks in one night, ehem, but I am also a good person, and that's more than you can say. I have morals and a conscience that provides me with guidelines for what is right and wrong. You (clearly) do not and therefore are unaware of how to act in socially acceptable ways. You, a person who is constantly rude to all people, do not hate me. You hate yourself. You have unresolved internal issues which cause you to inflict bitchyness among others. I can't fix you, but I will not let you 'bring me down'. The more mature person is the one who does not act, or in this case react, to a person's demeanor without first taking it into consideration. It is the more mature and wiser person who will just let it ride. Being polite to others will always reside in higher regard than those who would chose otherwise.

so long

Get over yourself. I know that you are self-absorbed, yes, but honestly this is over the top. Reasonable people adapt themselves to the world. Unreasonable people adapt the world to themselves. All progess, therefore, depends on unreasonable people. People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them. And circumstances and situations shouldn't create who you are, they should reveal who you are.

I find it interesting how most people relate to the standard 8-color box of crayons. I fancy myself to be the 64-color, with a few missing, but that's okay because I've got some more vibrant colors such as periwinkle at my disposal. There's so many different colors of life, feeling, and articulation... it's frustrating when I'm like "hey girl, magenta!", and she's like "oh you mean purple" and goes off on her purple thing while I'm thinking to myself "no I want magenta". When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but with creatures of emotion, creatures bristling with judgements, and motivated by pride and vanity. I'm tough, ambitious, and I know exactly what I want. If that makes me a bitch, okay. The way I see it is the more people that hate me, the less I have to get along with. Don't worry about me or what I do. What happens in my life has nothing to do with you. Do what you think is right and to hell with your popularity. Summer starts tomorrow and instead of being phased by all the PMSing 12 year-olds lately, I find myself surrounded by people who actually care about me. And that's more than you can say. So there.

does this make sense?

I feel good and bad at the same time, like drinking too much Starbucks coffee. Both excited and scared, like being caught in the ocean without enough time to retreat from the breaking wave but being too far from it to dive under. Something coming, being unable to stop it.