this morning #672.

this morning, the first stone had been cast & she was knocked on her ass, left surveying the surrounding area for retaliatory rocks to toss back. surely there was plenty of blame to go around. she was a liar. so was her accuser. she only cared about herself. this was coming from someone who once left her stranded at the club because she wasn’t attracting the attention she thought she deserved. if she’d been in a more rational headspace, she would’ve taken this hypocrisy as a sign that she needed to cut ties. instead, she dug in her heels, airing long-held grievances until screaming turned to tears & an uncomfortable awareness that they were both flawed shut them both up for once.