You’re Dead to Me.

I like to think of myself as fairly easy-going guy: I’m slow to anger, quick to forgive. However, I know that it’s hard for people (to quote Meet the Parents) to enter my “circle of trust”. Once you’re in, you’re in – either in a professional or personal context. People who’ve earned my trust, I’m pretty loyal towards them. They’ll always get the benefit of the doubt. That being said, you can push me too far, and when you do, it’s over, it’s done, I get angry and then you’re pretty much dead to me.

Why do I bring this up? Because it’s just happened. I won’t go into details at this point, but I’m pretty mad. Someone whom I both liked and trusted has completely abused my trust: I was misled, slandered and now stolen from. Pretty much the unholy trinity, if you ask me. So to you, o fiend, Fuck You. I wish you ill, and you’ll not hear from me again. I hope you fail in all your future endeavours; Go to hell.