"Instead he looked into the middle distance and spoke in generalities, with so delicate an air as to give the impression that he had become partly invisible."
your ask box is closed, woman. >:W
You know what the worst part of being used is? When you actually emotionally invested yourself in that person. It doesn’t matter if you considered them to be your friend or just a friendly person in your class, if all they do after a while is ask you for things, then it really begs the issue of being recognized as another person instead of some disposable object there for their convenience.
And you know what? Stop talking to me if you don’t like me. Let me just warn you now that trying to strike up a conversation with me when you just told my best friend that you hate me is a bad idea- especially when we’re on the stairs. Goddamn, bitch.
I’m never quite one to hold back my opinions about somebody, and often I’ll address it to their face. Not a big problem, I just tell them what I feel like they needed to know- that they’re a little bitch. The problem is when I have to work with them and they don’t give half a shit about what we’re doing, and are trying to kill me all the while.