2009-12-08 - 10:13 p.m. I've had my share of crazy. Just, for the record. I don't need the drama anymore; I don't want to get wrapped up in the excitement of insanity; I don't even want to be catty. I'm sick of it. I've settled. I'm comfortable with calm. I got things to do, and calm is much more conducive to me getting them done.So I'm glad I've moved away from crazy. Crazy roommate. Crazy drama. Crazy junior-high-ish catty drama. We're grad students, for chrissakes! Grow up at some point. Or, stay how you are; that's fine. I've moved away. And still she throws her crazy at me. I live in a new place. I am past it. Stop throwing your damn crazy at me. Grr. I'm not down with this. Just because you stopped maturing emotionally at age 12 doesn't mean you get throw your vortex of crazy at people. We're done. We're through. Let us walk away already. Let this be over.
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