It is a painful feeling to have you hurt inside. I can't get rid of
you because I have your energy. I want to get you out of my life. I want
you to be out of my way. It makes a difficult life for me when you go
around saying these things. I feel ill at ease would be what people
think. I actually think you are a threat to me because you pulled me
away. You don't seem very sane. I know what Andrew is like. I know how
attractive he is. He's kind of like a great big mortgage. That's how I
am beginning to see this situation. Andrew is the big mortgage you took
on to afford a massive house which would impress your friends. You don't
know where to find the money. You will act desperately. You are robbing
Peter to pay Paul. That is what I mean. You are sacrificing everything
for something that shouldn't be. You don't need to pay your way into
people's lives. You don't understand how it seems. You want to feel like
you are part of the crowd. You act in a desperate way to ensure your
place. That is the game you play. You can't really afford their
lifestyle. You want to fit right in. You want to fit right in. You offer
to make him dinner. You want to give him your pay cheque just so he
will be around. Do you think about it and how silly it might seem?
You
are waiting for your pay cheque to come at the end of the week. This
suggests you have no money. It suggests that you are going to cook an
elaborate meal. This for a guy who has a young girlfriend. This for a
guy with a very womanizing reputation. It does come across as something
stupid, but many men would probably laud. Andrea can hear them laughing
about how he has all these women eating out of his hand. Monica will
trot around with him everywhere he goes. He got a little young
girlfriend. He's got all these women after him. Some of them throw
temper tantrums. Some of them yank women.
This
doesn't come off as classy. It comes across as something else. Women
fighting against women instead of doing something with their lives.
Women being competitive over a womanizing guy. Do you understand how
stupid this looks? I practically want to die. I don't enjoy being held
to this. It makes an awful mess of my life. I have lost interest in men
after all of this. My mother has always talked negatively. You have gone
and proved her right. That's what she will think when she reads the
writing. You make all men look shitty. You make girls look even worse.
You turn the art community into a competitive place which doesn't care
about social issues. This gets kind of depressing. You all seem to drink
too much. You don't have any values that are worth sacrificing anything
for. You won't sacrifice for your values. You won't make a stand
against that. You won't think about how it reflects on you. You'd rather
criticize me for getting fat. I find it a little ironic that Lynda
would have a bullying girl at her birthday party. That is what I call
lip service to feminism.
Never sticking your neck
out to say something wasn't right. probably blaming the victim for being
stupid enough to open the messages. You people are very annoying. You
are conventional too. You want to rob me blind of everything I could
have had. You've limited me completely. You've made it harder to get a
job. You've bombarded me with negative ideas which really brought me
down. You have hurt me financially. You have hurt me in anyway. You
kicked me when I was down and you pretend all you offered was praise.
You didn't praise me much. Not enough to alienate. Him and his cock are
important. You really care about him. I want you to leave me alone. You
have made a hell of my life. I have tried deleting all of you. You will
not be friends with me. I am leaving Toronto. I put a little bit more
money into the account. I am saving up to get away from you. I am saving
up to get away. I hope to leave by September. I hope to leave really
soon. I don't know how long it takes to move far away. We will have to
see what will happen then. I just don't want to bump into you. I don't
want to see you again. I want some new opportunities which won't be
overshadowed by you. I don't want to worry about Monica being in the same
room.
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