And the saddest thing about this situation is that she enjoys dragging me to her misery. She doesn’t want to be the only one feeling that way.
Sometimes I kind of feel sorry for her, but I can’t, after everything she’s done to me, after seeing her malice every day in every little thing she does. Even the air feels poisoned when she is around.
I can’t stand her, I swear. She ruined actively 20 years of my life, and she is back for more.
I hadn’t feel this way for a really long time.
Whether you’re off on a mission to destroy the One Ring or just procrastinating on Tumblr, you should be studying. ◕‿◕