Why Do I bother?
Last night, I cut my underarm shaving what little hair I had. Same arm. I should just give it a rest and let my underarms look like the chick from the 99 Balloons from the 80s. Almost said 90s. I'm old.
Feeling a bit used
About a month ago, the diva had an incident with the lurker. They were asked to document other incidents and the diva had sent me a copy. I scanned it. It was small print but I thought wow. She really documented in a whole chart. I printed it up to take a closer look tonight and I was bothered by what I read. I only skimmed it on my phone but looking at it on page in front of me in bigger print was a whole different story. Crazy story telling and my name is in there. I thought don't speak for me, diva! Keep my name out of your mouth! Sigh. I feel used for some strange reason. Used me for learning the basic and now I've been kicked to the curb. This is familiar territory. Usually when people say I can't stand drama, they love it. They're the ones starting it. This is why I have walls up and I don't want to have walls up. I kind of thought maybe this is someone that I can be friendl...
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