I had had it. I really, once and for all, had had it.
"You're so unhappy all the time, but have you ever, even once thought about thinking about anyone besides yourself and what you want all the time?" I demanded. Her petty attitudes and self absorbed running commentary...ALWAYS running...combined with that aggravating whiny voice pushed me over the edge.
She glared at me in shock. "I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE TO TALK!" She said.
She said it again.
"You never think of anything but yourself! It's always about yourself! You're never even going to find happiness until you stop! You're never happy, and I don't think you even want to be!" I couldn't quit yelling, even as I realized that my words were (again) provoking her into action.
The closest object to her came hurtling through the air at me. "You aren't even a good friend, you never are!" Her words hurt more than the lamp, which shattered harmlessly off to the side.
I was stuck in the scene. It wasn't moving, wasn't changing. The same yelling. The same objects, always just barely missing me. I was yelling about her selflish attitude and she was retorting with comments about my lack of emotional involvement in the lives of people around me. We yelled. It turned into something heartless. The anger remained, but the newness of the moment was wearing off.
I finally woke up. My neck was tense and it was like I'd gotten more tired from being alseep.
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