Why won't anyone leave me alone?

"You took me for a ride,
You took me for all the other fools in your life.
Now I don't care about your pain anymore."
~Vast

Doesn't everyone know that I don't give a shit what's happening? All these little kids keep lurking and scampering around me, trying to give me advice. What kind of advice can a 6 year old give, really? I'm not asking, looking, or even putting a face on that says, 'Give me advice, my life is in ruins!' It's just messed up that everyone thinks they know best.

Moris Ravenswick tried explaining to me last week that the best way to torture Zillah was to be with him. What a joke. This man shares the same pain as me, knowing that his significant other will always fall into the arms of another... who happens to be my ex-significant other. I'm not going to fuel that fire. Even that little brat Maharet, who has never paid attention to me a day in her spoiled little life, attempted to cheer me up. Then all these other kids... kids who have names I can't even pronounce. What kind of parents would name their kids something unpronounceable? Bloody hell.

And just when I'm trying to disconnect myself from the world, the Zillahjerkface stalks me again. Can we just cut ties and move on? Can't I just nurse this broken heart, and attempt to get over it? Someone once told me the best way to get over someone is to get under someone... but I don't even get that chance when there's a Grey looming over my shoulder. It's never over with Zillah, though, he just doesn't know when enough is enough. He tried to butter me up, tried to get in close and show me his tears, but I didn't fall for it. When he saw I wasn't going to stay with him, he sneered and gave me an ultimatum. There was no excuse for that, no reason that I should be forced into a decision, so I left.

Of course seeing Zillah Grey always stabs a sore spot in my heart. But I also know now from all of these experiences that the vicious cycle will only break my heart over and over again. That no matter what efforts and pains I put into being supportive and making him happy, he will turn on me at the drop of a dime, and never understand why I feel the way I do.

So when Imri found me in the Cafe yesterday, I was quite indifferent. I was commiserating over a cup of coffee, and he flowed in, all smiles, as if the last time I saw those purple eyes, they weren't furrowed with intent to rape me. But I didn't care as he immediately tried to seduce me with his drama. He claimed we had the same enemies. Seriously, does no one know me at all? I don't have anyone, let alone any enemies. I wasn't taking his shit, either, so I left the confines of my comfortable cafe, not giving the demon an ounce of ammunition to work with.

Why don't people see I don't need their drama? Let me just get over all of this, and maybe.. just maybe I'll be the same ole gypsy girl from years past.


yeah, right.

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Zillah said…
Lime... you're in so much trouble... no it's not a threat, fuckin' listen to me for once, come back before I can't 'elp you...
2:00 AM
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