Broken Doll

Sigh.  I am less pissed off than I make out to be, but I am mildly exasperated.

Really, all I want is for all the god damned pathological liars to stay the hell out of my life.

I do not want to run into her at Faire.  I do not want to know she is at Faire.  I do not want her anywhere within the sphere of my life at all.  It was bad enough she continued to hang out at group events years beyond reaching the supposed cutoff age.  I would prefer to not even be aware that she still exists.

I just want to go out and fecking celebrate finally being done with all this cancer shit without having her existence nagging at the back of my mind that yes, Virginia, truly evil people, while rare, do in fact exist.

Fuck fuck goddammit.