Everybody Hates Ashley chp 39Chapter 39Everybody Hates Ashley chp 39 by A-D-Aether
will have an end.
And you’ll be there, my friend.
. . . someday.”
-- Rudolph The Red-nosed Reindeer (I altered the lyrics)
So Brian and I lasted a little over two months, I think. Go figure.
I kinda spent this weekend angry that he broke things off by “ghosting” me and bailing, but now I’m realizing maybe he wasn’t just protecting his own feelings but also trying to protect mine. In reality, all he did was hurt me more by leaving me to wonder if I’d ever hear from him again.
I think things fell apart after he learned about what happened to me four years ago. Once he realized I’d been sexually assaulted was when he became distant. And it was like he didn’t know what to do or how to act around me. He barely touched me. He would ask before kissing me. He treated me like glass. It was pretty infuriating after all the intimate kissing and cuddling (and biting and grabbing) we
Everybody Hates Ashley chp 38Chapter 38Everybody Hates Ashley chp 38 by A-D-Aether
“Where do broken hearts go?
Can they find their way home?”
-- Whitney Houston
I think I’m ready to just live my life alone.
No one is ever going to care about me. The people I want never want me, and the people who do want me are usually assholes. I’ll never have any friends because other women don’t like me, and I’ll never have a boyfriend because good men are afraid to approach me and bad men don’t even see me as a human being, just a pair of boobs.
Brian stopped talking to me and hasn’t spoken to me for a week, so I guess I’ll just . . . take a hint.
It’s like I’m not allowed to be happy, no matter how hard I try. And I’m sure whoever is reading this – please stop? I didn’t write this for you – is someone I’ve known in real life who’s perfectly happy to see me unhappy?
It’s like I’m not allowed to be in a normal happy relationship . . . but then
Josie Shepard: Supergirl “I’m Supergirl,Josie Shepard: Supergirl by A-D-Aether
and I’m here to save the world,
but I wanna know
who’s gonna save me?”
-- Krystal Harris, Supergirl
This story is from Liara’s perspective of unrequited love and takes place after Mass Effect 3 with the assumption that Shepard never met “Starkid.” All she did was kill the freakin Reapers – the way it should have been, basically. This story also suggests that Shepard survived the final battle but was severely injured for a long time. Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded my Shepard dying. It was the shitty lore-breaking ending that bothered me.
Shepard’s lips threatened to curl into a small smile. Her smiles were beautiful and so rare that should her lips threaten to blossom into a smirk of amusement, Liara always found herself on the edge of her seat, secretly hoping, waiting for that smile to spread its wings like a butterfly unfolding. Sometimes Liara liked to pretend Shepard
being black in a public chat room: an experience3“I am in love with you', I responded.being black in a public chat room: an experience3 by A-D-Aether
He laughed the most beguiling and gentle laugh. 'Of course you are,' he replied. 'I understand perfectly because I'm in love with myself. The fact that I'm not transfixed in front of the nearest mirror takes a great deal of self-control.'
It was my turn to laugh.”
― Anne Rice, Blackwood Farm
I tried to move on and forget what had happened in the chat room. But it kept bothering me. Mostly because I spent my entire life being a victim, and I was suddenly sick of it. I really hated that girl, that narcissistic “alpha” bitch who dogged and harassed me because she was jealous of my endowments. I hated her because I had gone through it all before with a different narcissist – Christine, the bitch from my memoir “Confessions of a Bipolar Mind” – and I didn’t want to sit back yet again and let another narcissistic bitch get away with hurting me.
I finally decided to stop gett
"The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do."
"If sarcasm is the last arrow in the quiver, then name calling is when you throw your quiver. . ." srayesmanll/loverslab.com, on desperation.
"Be kind. Everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle, " Plato, on cruelty.
"Love is a battle, love is a war, love is a growing up," James Baldwin, on love.
"Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all," Vincent van Gogh, on life.
"Men are always willing to believe two things about a woman: one, that she is weak, and two, that she finds him attractive," Morrigan, on men.
"Well for the first couple of days I just stood in the driveway. But after a while that stopped being fulfilling," Earl Sinclair on work.
"Loo loo loo, I've got some apples. Loo loo loo, you've got some too," Butters . . . on . . . something.
"It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation." Melville, creativity.
"ALL poor people in countries all over the WORLD are of "inferior intelligence" because they have no access to proper education and brain nourishing nutritional foods. You should not be asking why black people are "intellectually inferior." You should be asking what kind of society you live in that would lead you to attribute everything to RACE and not SOCIAL STATUS." Me, on racism and ignorance.
"We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are." -- Anais Nin