I quit

I give up. Bah... Both situations have completely been blown out of the water. The one with Grace and the one with the bastard person I used to call friend. And in both situations when I was doing what I knew to be the right thing, I didn't quite come out smelling like a rose. It's not that I'm afraid or worried what people think of *me*, per se, it's the fact that what I've done hasn't helped anything at all. The guy is now head over heals with said bastard and now Grace may never know that three people who loved her cared about her as much as we do.

I don't know why I bother. I try to do the right thing and it blows up in my face. Fine, fuck it. I don't care about anyone right now. Everyone else can just take their problems and fuck themselves sideways with them. I'm sick of being the one that has the balls to say or do something about it but no one will back me up or everyone takes the other person's side. fuckyouthanksbuhbye.

And for future reference: Don't ask me for my fucking opinion if you aren't prepared to hear what I have to say. I'm not going to lie to you, no matter how much you want me to. It's better just to not ask me than to ask me to lie to you.

Oh, and one more thing: Still baggage-free, this is all *new* shit that's gotten to me. And also, I may not be around the next couple of days.