Tuesday, January 25, 2005

At first I felt terrible and I wanted to tell Eduard I was sorry that I hurt him. Now, I offer no apologies. It would have played right into his hands -- the way he wants everyone to take exception for and accommodate him. I'm so done with this. I have to return some shit of his he's left at my apartment, again. I thought I would include a note, but now I don't think so. Even if he read it, he wouldn't "hear" it. May as well save my breath.

For the first time, I feel he's a fraud. The French pronunciation he puts on his name -- please.

I used to think that he had a lot of wonderful qualities to offer someone; now, I think that the infantilism and pettiness associated with his addictions override any of his finer points. Until he gets it together, he can't offer anyone shit.

My head is killing me.

On another note, German class was a bitch today, I mean, yesterday.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 4:29 AM

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