Let the walls have their say.

Well now that we just got all of that out of the way, let's go to Disneyland!

I just spent the last few hours spewing out eight different emotions through two different forms of communication.  I mean, really.  Right now I'm furious, sad, and a little bitter. 

I'm allowed to say whatever I want to say here, because this is my place.  This is my refuge, and I'll put whatever thoughts I have here, so long as I'm willing to type them out.  Not everything is up for discussion, no, but I don't have to hide my thoughts or my feelings from anyone.  Unless...I choose to.

I will most likely continue being cordial because that is what I feel is right.  I will most likely continue to have the perspective I do, because when compared to the other options, this still seems fit.  But if someone else would like to drag me through the mud JUST to end up in the same place I suggested we stay--only with a few more wounded egos and having gained unwanted information--count me the heck out.  I may not have all the answers, but the ones I possess have been thoroughly thought through.  Please.  I'm not an idiot, I'm just an avid blogger.

I think that in a few days, I'll find some good in this.  I'll be comforted by what nice things were said and what good intentions there were.  Yeah, I'm sure I will.  In all likelihood, I will go to Disneyland on Friday and watch World of Color like my world had never been drained of its own.  And we'll have fun.  And we'll be friends.  Possibly even good friends. 

But right now, I'm disappointed in this.  I'm hurt.  I'm relieved.  More than anything, I'm mad at you.
And I will make good on that threat to stab you with a dull object if you come near.

So just give me some time to cool; I think that's fair.  Okay?  Okay.  Thanks.