She is one of the people in my life who know me better than I think they do. This post was actually supposed to be a thank you post for Jolyn. I know you believe in karma and all I have to say to you is I hope karma comes back to bite your pretty little ass. I know you did and I don't know if you even meant it. I'm not gonna say good luck or that I hope everything in your life goes well for you. It might be the only lie you've told me (which I seriously doubt, tbh) but guess what, that is enough to get me thinking that everything else you've said are lies. She said the story was the only lie she had told me and that she was "amazed how quickly I beleved what I heard." My dear, one lie is all it takes to shatter one's trust. Eventually I got to confirm that that story was indeed a lie and I ended up feeling like a fool. My heart on the other hand strongly believed that she wouldn't lie to me because she is one of my best friends. When she told me that crap of a story, my brain knew there and then that it was all lies. I usually let my brain dominate my heart but with my close friends, the heart always conquers the brain. My close friends will know I trust people easily. It got me thinking if I did anything to her to make her think that and guess what, I couldn't think of anything. She apaarently was testing if she could trust me. 2 years of thinking she's one of my closest friends and this is what I get. She replied pinpointing that she did not trust me enough to tell me the truth. I finally buckled down and gave her a piece of my mind. The suckers literally, though painlessly, rip the hair from the follicles. I actually zoomed in into one of the removed hair with my naked eye and I swear I saw some of my flesh at the end of it. I feel obliged to do it my legs now cuz I don't match. I have scars I didn't know I had thanks to certain doggies and kitties. I'm gonna give it credit, it eventually removed all the hair on my arms but all my scars are nakedly visible now.
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I was waiting to wash my hair and I was paranoid about getting bald so I decided not to touch my hair until all the crema was off. After a cycle of applying the cream, waiting 3 minutes and washing the cream off in a circular motion did not remove all the hair so I had patches of hair on my arm so I had to repeat the process all over again. So I decided to give one of the hair removal creams a try and I hated it for a couple of reasons. I need to forget, but it is harder than ever now. I hate that I thought I was stronger than this. I was 16 at that time and her words had just etched onto my brain somewhere and I can't get rid of them. This woman, whom I've never seen before in my goddamn life came looking for me at my mother's funeral to tell me that I was the cause of her death and that I will pay for it. As if that wasn't enough, I ran into the yet-to-be-identified-bloody-bitch as I was walking home. I will never forget the way she used to take advantage of my mother without a nanogram of gratitude. I will never forget how she asked if I was happy now, barely five minutes after her heart stopped beating. I am not one to hold grudges but I will never forgive her for the way she acted during the funeral. I was returning home from SPCA today when that cunt had to take the same bus as me. Before I could forget about it again, I ran into people I never ever wanted to see.
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I had to go to the temple that day and the priest conducted a ritual for her to rest in peace. Unfortunately, that is exactly what has been happening lately.įirst off her death anniversary was just 2 weeks ago so I was practically forced to remember that she's dead. When I get reminded of the things I try to forget, it hurts. I forget that she'll never come back and that I'll never see her again. I didn't forget her, but I forget the fact that she is gone. I forget the unpleasant things that happen to me and that is exactly what I did after she was gone.