A Clone of His Empty Life

December 8, 2011 at 10:25 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

  I hate him. It is stupid, and I don’t normally hate people. But he takes the cake.

  There is this girl, and she is a good friend of mine. . . and I can’t help but admit that I have also liked her for quite a while too. I even asked her out at one point, but that was when she started dating this guy. So it’s easy for one to infer that I obviously didn’t get the girl.

   If you were to know her before she began dating him, you would remember an amazing person. She had a bubbly personality underneath her demure countenance. She was adorable. She always knew how to keep a conversation going, and always knew the right thing to say. As far as looks go, she has a petite frame and had always wore clothes that showed it off in a perfect and completely non-trashy way. Somehow she always managed to have perfect skin complexion, and her hair also had a beautiful shine to it.

  But then we get to the point where she has now been dating him for around 2 years. The change is great. I probably should mention now, that the boyfriend has always done drugs. . . well at least he has for as long as I’ve known him. The first time I met him he was strung out on some drug, and that is how he is all the time. And now he has her the same as he. Her once beautiful personality has now transformed to be like his. She is so out of it most of the time that all normal conversations have ceased to exist. They all consist of “Yeah”s and “uh huh”. No matter what you say. That gorgeous, face? It’s now riddled with sore that one gets from taking drugs. The clothes she wears now show her lack of care about her appearance. Baggy and dirty, holed and worn. No longer showing off the beautiful body under it. Did I mention how sweet she smelled before she began dating him? Now she smells strongly of cigarettes, the exact smell I am allergic to.

  Seeing her downward decline saddens me, so much that I have a hard time finding words to explain it. But, what can I do? I wish I could talk to her of this, but she is older than me. . . and she loves him. Trying to talk her out of this lifestyle would make her hate me, no matter how much true concern I display. I don’t know what to do other than watch her diminish before my eyes, and to remember back on the amazing conversations we don’t have anymore. I just wish now that I could take her from him and correct things, but even now it may be too late.

 

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 Hi to anyone who is following my blog. I am sorry that I have been gone so long, and I am also sorry that I am returning with such an unhappy post. I have been super busy lately, and just now as things that are bothering me began to build up, the stress and need to rant to someone who won’t know who these people are, kind of reminded me of wordpress. I promise the next blog will be on a happier note, and I promise it will come sooner.

Thank you for reading and following my blog ❤

-Alexandrite

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Dentists

August 28, 2011 at 10:41 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Dentists. I hate dentists, everything about their offices bother me.

The way they decorate the lobby to be so pretty and wonderful, with the gorgeous aquarium that is in every other dentist office you’ll ever visit in your life. It’s like a lure to make you come in and think “Oh, this is lovely. . . I’ll be fine.” And then the next minute you have a dentist looking you in the eyes giving you a look that would make you think he is trying to sweetly tell you that the world is ending in a few minutes.

So you have a few cavities, and you think “Did I really not do a good job brushing?” And then when he explains to you how to correctly brush your teeth, you come to realize that for the past year or so you hadn’t been brushing your teeth correctly.

Anyways, in a few days I have to sit for 2 hours while my dentist drills away at a few of my teeth and do what dentists do. And the saddest part of the story is that I am fine with sitting for two hours, I am fine with getting drilled, the sound of the drill isn’t the best; but not unmanageable. I am not looking forward to the numbing solution they are gonna have to inject into my mouth. I hate the feeling of the needle, and the feeling of the injection itself… and is it normal for your cheek to tingle and burn when it is wearing off? But the feeling of it when it is finally gone and you have complete feeling back… is wonderful!!

Well… hopefully I’ll survive. I’ll keep you all updated for the next few days.

 

-Alexandrite

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