Dear you,

Excuse me, I graduated from high school years ago. You know what the difference between you and me is? When I have something to address, you can trust me to bring it up with you. I'd rather be defensively seen as a bitch for telling you directly than definitely be a bitch for doing it behind your back. I may not be as tactful as others, but at least I can look myself in the mirror and know I at least am an honest person. You may not realize this, but your twisted, exaggerated gossip affects more than you think, and I'm not about to let it damage someone I care about. I have had it with your recent pattern of passive-aggressive bullshit. It's unacceptable, and creating far more drama than is or will ever be necessary. We're two adults, and this is ending now.

We're gonna have a conversation. And soon. Trust me, when you hear what I have to say, it'll be me telling you. Take notes on that.





Sigh. That was only mildly theraputic. If you were wondering, no, this is not about someone who reads this blog (I don't think), but I needed to get the fist draft of that out of my system. I realize that this is something that for someone else's sake I have to be more diplomatic, but mostly I just want to swear a blue streak and tell somebody 'bout themselves. I think some STFU is highly in order.