Saturday, August 18, 2012

Things I Wish I Knew to Say...but Didn't Know How to Then

"I'm not comfortable with this."

"After the shit you've pulled, I have no desire to put up with your evil for the sake of your friendship."

"How do you know what I'm thinking? You don't. You're merely projecting what you're thinking into my mouth."

"How do you know I'm not sorry? Am I not groveling enough for you?"

"I think I should do this other major."

"Why would God give me high intelligence and a burning passion to learn about the world if he had no greater plans for me than for me neglect my passions and squirt out spawn for some hypothetical and possibly nonexistent male?"

"You know it's child abuse to lock your teenager in a closet for ten hours a day, right?"

"Can you go over that last bit one more time?"


"You failed to be there for me when I needed you. You automatically sided with the person who lied about me. And this other person you dislike so much? They were there for me. They knew me better than you, and I've known you for years. They helped me. You didn't. That hurt worse than the original liar did."


Actually, I probably still don't know how to say most of this.