to you, I will always be the one who was wrong. No matter how carefully I plan my words, and how much effort I put into clarifying myself, somehow, you always find a way to twist the meaning more to your liking, or to try and find a way to justify your actions. I don’t want your justifications, your lies, your excuses. They mean nothing to me. Just be fucking honest with me.
I don’t understand though… Why are you so intent on making me out to be the bad guy…? I think you’re just searching for someone to blame when deep down, you know who is really to blame. I know it to.
I guess I was naive for thinking things could work out differently, and for thinking I could change your mind… but I guess fact is, you won’t ever really hear what I have to say. Because in your mind, you’ve done nothing wrong, and that mindset alone keeps you from considering another point of view.
She realized that beauty was a crutch, a form of power that would eventually leave her, and she wanted to force herself to develop a new, more-lasting form of power.
Me: “What browser are you on?”
Me: “Google Chrome?”
Client: “No, just regular Google.”
Me: “That’s the site. I want to know the browser.”
Client: “Look, we can have this conversation forever, man. But when I hit the internet logo, Google comes up!”
Me: “Okay…What does that “internet logo” look like?
Client: “…A fiery fox, I guess. But that’s irrelevant.”