Last night, Fiorella's sleeping--but unforgiving--brain walked her through every dumb thing she's ever said, every dumb decision she's ever made, and every dumb thing she's ever done.
She's cut her own throat so many times. Why, why, why?
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Friday, June 20, 2014
A New Start
Fiorella was devastated by a friend's betrayal last summer. She mourned for their relationship, searched her conscience for whatever she herself might have done wrong, and agonized over what Former Friend might be saying about her.
But it was all for the best. FF was wonderfully invigorating--always laughing, always full of wicked humor, snide. and snark, but, ultimately, she was a bad influence. Friends frequently echo each other, and Fiorella adopted FF's style. Then Fio felt guilty, a reaction FF did not understand.
Fiorella now wishes she had paid more attention to her conscience and less to being clever, which she promises she will do in the future.
But it was all for the best. FF was wonderfully invigorating--always laughing, always full of wicked humor, snide. and snark, but, ultimately, she was a bad influence. Friends frequently echo each other, and Fiorella adopted FF's style. Then Fio felt guilty, a reaction FF did not understand.
Fiorella now wishes she had paid more attention to her conscience and less to being clever, which she promises she will do in the future.
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