I’ve always been protective over the people I’m close to. The idea of someone hurting them infuriates me so much. When I was younger, I always felt the need for vengeance. Those morons - the cheaters, the liars, the damaging ones - needed to know what kind of pain they had inflicted. I’d write angry posts to show them what I really think of them, dream up some elaborate scheme that would involve burning their favourite possessions and pushing them off a cliff.
I still feel the same infuriation when my best friend is left in a crying heap, or reduced to becoming numb. But I know that this person, X, who has caused so much grief, is more than a moron. There are more facets to her. There are more facets to everyone. So I don’t wish her any more harm, I don’t want her to fall into a black hole anymore.
I just want her to go away.
