September 30th, 2009

marvel - purple barton

PSA

Fair warning: in ten minutes, I'm private-locking the friends-only entry underneath this one, so if there's anything you want to say, do it now.

I don't mean to stifle discourse, and I accept that the critiques given are valid, but I honestly can't do this. You just have to believe me when I say I'm really not trying to auto-win the argument through sympathy or anything; I'm literally shaking right now. I'd much rather you think I was a coward and a bad person than end up crying and throwing up. Defriend me if you will, but I seriously need to not be here right now.

And please, please, please, I'm asking you as a friend, don't bring it up in the comments to this entry.

ETA: Locked ETAA: and deleted. I always think I can handle these things, y'know? I always think, "I'm a rational adult, my friends are all rational adults, we can have a rational discussion, even about an emotional subject." But it always goes exactly like this, instead-

Me: Here are some reasonable points.
Other people: Here are some reasonable counterpoints.
Me: But here are some other reasonable points.
Other people: Well, here are some other reasonable counterpoints.
Me: ::underneath my desk:: PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHAT TO SAY TO MAKE YOU LIKE ME AGAIN, I PROMISE YOU CAN MAKE THE DECISIONS FROM NOW ON IF YOU'LL JUST BE MY FRIEND
Other people: ...Where did Sabine go?

-and so on, and so forth. It's really not you, it's me, and I realize that.