A year ago I was in Jersey, spending the holiday with her family. I spent most of the day playing with Pete and Bridget. Dickens Days in Clinton.
It's not so much her I miss, because I don't. She isn't worth it.
It's her family I miss.
It's the memories I have of times I should be treasuring forever that will never shine as brightly as they once did.
They're in the pictures I look at when I'm reminiscing with a little bit of disgust that I never felt before.
It's the sour taste I get in my mouth when I have to answer the same goddamn question over and over in the most polite tone I can muster because I know it's being asked out of genuine concern, when I just want to scream "because she SUCKS" just the one time and have it over with but I can't. Even if it's completely true.
After all the analysis, soul-searching, and explanations I can come up with are exhausted it all boils down to the fact that she's a five year-old who would have rather wallowed in her drama and have taken me down with her than to have actually talked to me like a human being.
Seriously, fuck you. Choke on your goddamn turkey.
God bless us, everyone...but you.