Trial

He's on trial. Little fire on a stick is on trial until I deem him worthy enough to be my boyfriend again. If I ever reach such conclusion.

It's wasn't dramatic or angst-ridden, took him an entire week for him to realize that I am what he believes he wants. I still think he is too much of a brat and kid to know any better, though I appreciate his intent in making things semi-right again.

True, whenever I write here I feel very perused by everyone and anyone. Certain things might be expected of me or my words. It's an unsettling, highly annoying feeling. And before anyone dares to say anything, I know what I have done, I know what I did and I know what I took. I know I didn't play fair. I am aware of who I hurt in the process of taking over the world, and just because I did it doesn't mean I am proud of causing pain.

Surprising isn't it?

I believe in respectful distance, I believe in taking in what you deserve and I also believe in standing your ground when spitefulness turns to abuse. Though a very old saying goes "Don't do the crime if you can't do the time."

I am doing my time.

Hm. This seems like a good point to stop.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Rink: ... << I fail to understand what trial you are doing?
Anonymous said…
Rink: OH, you mean ERIC HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA

PFFFFFFFF

Veronique... have you told him EXACTLY what you're testing? I fear he might fail with a big SMACK on his head?...

Veronique... by the way...

I know it will sound stupid coming from me right now but...

are you ...happy? :(

I know I know! what kind of question is that, and I'm not implying anything. I just want to know, because, you're the person I most worry about. I want to know when you're happy, because I want you to be happy and I'll never know if you don't tell me. And if you're not yet happy, I hope you count on me... to help make you happy. Please don't forget you're still my favorite sister.

R.