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07/20/10(Tue)19:51 No. 3305705 >>3304888 You.
I wanna take you out for a nice dinner of reminiscing and laughter,
because, really, what's better than two jilted "ex lovers" (for lack of
a better term) getting together and finding out just how commonplace
that kind of treatment was. I, like you, would try to cheer her up,
because I used to think of her as a big sister. Hell she always used to
call me little brother. Yes I know how painfully obvious this makes it
all. We all know it's me, lovable 'ol Marsh... but know what? Who gives
a shit. Thing is, you know, I know, a lot of people know how she is.
It's a shame, really. And honestly, you have my total sympathy. We both
know what it's like to trust someone, and then have it all thrown back
in our faces by her or one of her fugly friends. It's a horrible kick
to the face. I mean, for fucks sake, I was seventeen. SEVENTEEN and she
was using me. That kinda shit makes it seem like she honestly has no
soul, and cares nothing for, well, anyone. And I know where you're
coming from, too, hoping one day that she'll actually grow up and be a
woman about it all, because you and I both know that she has the
potential to be an extremely good person, and not just an actress
putting up a facade. I think that you, like I, had had some fun
experiences with her, and you, like I, prefer to dwell on the good
times rather than all the times she fucked us over... but the truth is
this; she is who she is and she won't ever change. No matter how many
times you arrive to help her when she needs it the most, she will
always betray you. No matter how many times she complains about Bob
spreading rumors or trying like hell to get in her pants or get him to
marry her for "health insurance", no matter how many times she
complains about her sister's husband... she will not change. Sad... but
true.