sihayadesigns | So. Um.

It looks like Rachel really has come down with a withering disease.

I totally had nothing to do with it, I swear.

I'm a horrible person, I know, but the hell if I can't stop laughing about it.

She keeps passing out. She refuses to go to the hospital. It's her own damn stupid fault. And she's telling me like I still care about anything that comes out of her mouth. And trying to start conversations, too. "Oh, how's Mike? How was Halloween?" One word replies. She was trying to draw me in to ask how she's doing, and I'm not having it. If she was ever actually interested in anything other than a physical relationship with me, she would have called me in the last two months. She didn't, though I tried twice. I'm in stone cold bitch mode as far as she's concerned. Fuck her.

I know if something awful happens, I might feel bad deep down in my heartiest of hearts, but right now? Ha. Ha. Ha.