A bitter taste in my mouth

I don’t understand why she would do that.

Pretending to be disinterested and then going behind my back to do what she did. If she dares really hurt my friend, then darn, consider our friendship gone. It will then be another sorry testimony to my poor sense of judgement.

And then Voldemort-in-drag. Gosh, the things she gets up to- you really don’t know whether to get upset, to get angry or to laugh at the sheer stupidity of her nth tantrum.

Dinner was surprisingly comfortable. Face-to-face was definitely much more pleasant. No sparks, but i think i could have made a potentially good buddy=)


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