Crossroads.

I hate being in the middle of a dramatic affair. Erica and Davo, just't don't understand. I don't trust anyone. So naturally, I don't trust either of them. Yet they try to put a burden of dishonor upon me for having not trusted them. They assume I trusted the other, and not them. No, I didn't trust either of them.

Why? This is a textbook case of a domestic dispute, that is why. MP training taught me that, at least. Both assume they are the one being wronged, the other is lying out of their teeth, and that I should take the other away or correct the other's problems. The problem is, I'm just tired of it. So screw both of you. Bicker and fight amongest yourselves. I'm quite happy being alone, are you?

Now, if either of you still want to talk, feel free. You know I won't bring up mention to it. Hell, as always, I'll act like nothing has even happened. I told you numerous times before, and show a strong conviction towards such mannerisms. I hate drama, and don't want to be a part of it. When you pull me into it, I become even more of an asshole, that you're just going to resent having known, until I get myself out of it. I... Hate.. Drama.

If either of you also feel obliged to say your apologies, I'll be glad to instigate the conversation, and say the apologies first. I won't say I am sorry for what I have said, I'll just say, I'm sorry it had to lead to this. I'll be willing to forgive and forget. To move on. Only if either of you are willing to. If not. Fuck you. I'm easily amused by myself. Always able to find new friends, if I must.

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