Silly

I’m going for a run to burn off all this pent-up agitation. Have probably broken a knuckle but the pain has not done anything to release the anger.

Before that though, just wanted to put into writing how silly I feel about the whole situation. Because obviously the people I’m angry at don’t care about my feelings.

Why should I be angry at someone who claims that if I tell him I don’t want him to go out with her, he wouldn’t, and yet, still does.

Why should I be angry at someone who cannot accept me for who I am.

Why should I be angry at someone who can no longer help/motivate me to become a better person.

Why should I be angry at someone who claims to be be able to climb alone, but apparently enjoys her company so much he cannot do it without her.

Most of all, why did I even attempt to climb any further when I am truly and honestly terrified of it? Not only does he not motivate me, not support me, not encourage me, I’m doing it for all the wrong reasons.

So I say, enough of this silliness. Enough of being slighted by people who don’t care. Enough of looking for love when it obviously is not there anymore.

Off to my run.