Callie is so… ugh. UGH UGH! I cannot express soundlessly in mere words how upset I am. Honestly, I’m uncertain if I’m angry. I know I’m upset for a number of reasons, though.

First, I’m angry at Callie for always being so phony. So fake. For the games she plays, pretending to like my hair, my clothes, my personality.

Then, I’m angry at myself for being just as phony and fake and playing along with her stupid games, pretending she’s not thinking bad things.

This makes me angry at Callie for being phony and making me respond the same and thus be angry at myself.

I’m angry at myself for being angry at myself.

Of course, I’m mad at Callie for making me angry with myself.

I feel really angry with myself for yelling at Callie the way I did. There’s no reason I should have just… exploded the way I did. KA-BOOM!

But I’m angry with Callie for managing to push me over the edge, the way she did. It’s very un-me to explode.

It’s a stupid mess and I think I upset Callie.

Ohmygod, I feel like I’m writing an essay. My hand is about to give up so I’m ending here.