For posterity's sake

[duncvis]

there's a fine line between love and hate, dunc, and it's called passion.

what's your point? I can't even be bothered to hate him. I just and enjoy him not being here.

denial is not a river in egypt. but you go on believing that little lie too. we all know you hate him. and the ground he dances on. and the ground that ground touches.

and my point is when you hate someone that much, you might as well be loving for all the attention you give him. and all the energy you pour into it.

thank you for telling me what I think. After all, you're such a great judge of people. 

Here's the thing; I think of Calandale like an irritating damp patch, which dries up in good weather. As long as it hasn't been pissing it down for months and it shows its unwholesome face for a bit, or someone points out the water mark, it's pretty easy to ignore.

I think I'll leave it at that. 

[Pissgai]

She has a thing for lying fuckwits: *cough* Koslit *cough*