Burying the Hatcher prt 2

pages five through seven.
Took... maybe an hour for all seven?
done three weeks ago, but dragging my feet in posting.
To two people in particular.

I want to take a moment and say, this was from the point of view from multiple people.
Alot of words were said, and because this THING was never VERBALLY absolved, it will forever be that. Unresolved.
We'll still have awkward moments, but I do not like how moronic this has gone. I do not like how when you are
in a room, and so are we, you act as though we hold so much malice in our hearts that you fear us. The tension is so
thick, the nerves are so taught-- I didn't like it.

On the the internet were things are typed, it is easy to hide and put on multiple facades.
The damsel.
The bitch.
The intellect.
The child.
The monster.
The guardian.
The friend.
The enemy.

I became someone that was not myself. And that is not the woman you know me as.
You are not the people I went to highschool with, hung out with, drew for, partied, or laughed with.
The meeting was something to bare all of what happened, good bad, why and who.
Not to blame any one person.
It was the time to tell your story, and to say what hurt.
And for EVERYONE to say what they were sorry for. It did no one any good to go and force friendship on one another, it was a big elephant in the room. It would have smashed apart, and this would still be the end result.

I'm tired of my olive branches being burned and tossed in my face.

I can't deal with walking into a room and wondering if,
"Do these people hate me?"
"Are they on her side?"
"Do they think I'm a bitch?"

When in the hell did I start worrying about drama? When in the hell did I think it was okay to DEAL with Drama!

I don't want to be the villain.
I don't want to be the hero.

I'm going to be Jasmine.
The person who I know you know me as.
I'm going to do what I did in Elementary School.
I'm going to forgive you.