Let’s just call you Euge, because Euge, u huuuge! (I know you don’t appreciate that joke. LOL, or lolling for that matter. No matter. I have serious stuff to talk about.)

I need you to understand the other voice in your head… The Sub Slave? You know? She’s not a friend. She’s not worth her s***. Not worth the risk. She’s bad news. What should we call her… Zest Poolean? Shit-licker? Gollum? Malformed Fetus? Maybe something a little less loaded. Violet. I’ll call her Violet; that’s not her real name, either, but let’s go with that. It’s a translation of the name she went by for the months before she was actually christened. I’ve known her since we were 6.

She… Is a sucker for drama. She loves drama. In the absence of real emotions, people resort to drama. They do not understand true love; they believe drama keeps people’s emotions high. She does not make a difference between a bad emotion and a good emotion; they’re all the same to her. Therefore, she doesn’t care if you’re crying for the loss of a loved one as long as there’s drama.

The law of attraction also works on our friends and loved ones, and the stronger our will and need to control things, the stronger our effect on other people’s lives is. She is very strong-willed. We have nothing on her; we like to go with the flow. It’s just very important that we swim against this particular current as this one isn’t safe. It never was, but we took her for a friend for too long. Blamed it all on God. All she wants for us is high drama so she can view us like a VIP-audience of one at a movie theatre. To us, we’re nothing but actors in a Shakespeare play. She loves us like a theatre audience loves a fake dagger. She’s scum.

She plays this role of a victim – it’s dramatic – and looks innocent and non-suspecting, but she’s… Incapable of understanding real feelings or what is right or wrong or just. She wants things and she gets things. The only thing now standing in her way is myself. In a sense, your ex was a fucking sweetheart in comparison. At least she didn’t manage to wish anyone dead. Any rivals for our affection, you see… Or maybe she did, who knows. I know a girl I wanted to make friends with died in 30 days after we both met her. Fully healthy. Coincidence? Who the heck knows. Rival to her? Absolutely. I know she didn’t kill her, but you know… Then again, she too wanted to die for a cause, and she did. So… Nobody dies without a reason of their own… But… Still. I don’t want any of you to have reasons to die that she will be able to exploit.

She’s not worth risking another judge’s fall. I will not be burying any more husbands convincing myself “it’s God’s will” when it’s truly just a stupid shit-licking bitch that I have taken pity on again some time in my youthful naivety. I will not forget again. It’s not God. It’s this cunt.

Even if there’s a slight chance she did nothing, and all this is just New Age/superstitious BS, she’s not worth the risk that it might not be bullshit. She’s not great company, really. At best, she’s moderately amusing. There’s nothing she does that would be worth the tiniest risk on our relationship or your lives… Or mine for that matter. Not to me anyway. To you, she offers some comfort, like any actor in a beautifully emotional play, I know. And she can submit with the best of them, but… Even if she’s willing to lick your anus simply for a good attagirl, she’s not worth her shit or the risk that she has an influence on our life events. Just please trust me.

She wants you to believe that I’m insecure about her and that you have to reassure me that she “would never.” (Hilarious, considering that she would, in a heart beat, but you wouldn’t.) She wants you to believe that what I have against her is that I needlessly fear she’d steal you away from me. If you’d see her in real life you’d know why I’m not worried, even if I know 100% it’s not because of her lack of trying. I don’t know what skin she’s using (I’m not talking about that, tho, there’s 1st Life, 2nd Life, and the Spirit Life… SL, again, haha… Got it?), but let’s just say if she WERE pretty, you would have no trouble seeing her for what she truly is.

 

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