(Please Don't Read) Anger Drives Away Writers' Block

I tried my best to be as objective as possible. I went through so much crap. Arrived at the realization that I was a young, naive, yet vastly manipulative bitch. That I still have the power to be a manipulative bitch. Over the past few months, I've tried to attone for it all. I tried to make myself a better person by placing all the blame on myself. I get it. I'm an idiot. I'm as imperfect as it gets. But eventually I realized that holding on to all the blame meant that I couldn't let go. (And if I hadn't let go, I wouldn't be with the most awesomest guy in the world right now.) As much as I'd love to entertain your childishness, I can't. Because you know what? Although I was completely wrong, I learned from it. Like think about it for a second. Our relationship wasn't perfect. You're not perfect. I'm sure as hell not perfect. We were both human, and there are lots of things that we (yes, mostly I) could've done differently. But you're an adult now. And I really think that instead of calling me a bitch to one of my best friends, you really should forget that I ever existed. You have the absolute right to be hurt, mad, whatever, but being pissed at me isn't helping you. And to think, I felt bad for you. But no, Syd. I don't hate him. I just think he needs to FUCKING GROW UP, DAMNIT! Help goes to people who help themselves and all that good crap... And now for one of my favorite phrases:

Fuck it.

Fuck it, and damn them all to hell.

(No more writers' block! YAY ME!!!)