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The Fight
06/17/2004 04:12 a.m.
We fought today, me and her. Again I put her in a corner. Faced her with 2 of her own consecutive, contradicting lies. I did what I told myself not to do. I cried. I cried at the end when I told her about how much I'd trusted her.

"What is it Elina? Who are you? To some people you love Nick, to others you don't. To some people I'm a really good friend, and to others I'm guy stealing bitch. I don't even know who you are."

Thats what I was saying when I started to cry. I also told her I wasn't doing arts alive this summer. I've decided that.

"I'm not willing to put up with this from you or anyone who is sheep enough to believe a random rumor about a person they've never met."

I started to walk away, and she was like 'Come back here...'

"Come back to who? I don't even know the person infront of me! I'm done with this Elina. You don't even know yourself well enough to keep two stories straight. You get caught in your lies everytime and you think we'll just put up with it. Call me when you figure yourself out."

...she cried.

I think it was the first real emotion I have ever seen from that young actress.
I am currently Depressed

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