Do you really think I reveal the secrets of my nefarious plots on LJ? And that, if I truly bitch about someone I know, I don't protect it from all the other people I know? Seriously. I'm in Mensa. I'm smarter than that.
So stop getting your pretty little knickers in a bunch and just fucking TALK to me if you suspect I'm plotting against you. And if you're truly so concerned I'm talking about you behind your back, perhaps it's not such a wise thing to do to also . . . talk about me behind my back.
Seriously, I'd compare this shit to middle school, but I'm doing my field experience in a middle school and - quite frankly - those middle schoolers are more mature than this. Get a fucking grip.
And don't fool yourself. You know EXACTLY who you are if you read this post. And don't turn it into a huge drama-fueled anti-Melissa fest. Just GET. OVER. IT.








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"Your eyes are my wings and the shore where I drown"
I'm trying to balance out two jobs and that's kind of killed my dA life for now. Once I get the hang of things, I'll be on more. And once I have a full weekend. I work Saturday.
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Where am I supposed to hide now?
What am I supposed to do?
Did you really think I wouldn't see this through?
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