the unseelie court.

ONE.
I don't like you. You have an annoying laugh. You're concieted, and you're dull. You're typical. You're bitchy, and when you're not, you're blase.
My main problem with you is that you're as bad as the rest of us, yet you place yourself on this throne and look down your nose at people. You're the type of person I could see as calling themselves modest, or wise.
As I said before, I don't like you.

TWO.
You know the first portion was directed at the wrong person. I know it, too. I don't really dislike that person. You know I'm tired of being double crossed, lied to, and hurt. I don't think you realize how tired I am, though.
I don't think you see how hard I've tried, and how many times I've willingly looked away and given you the benefit of the doubt.
You two seem to fit together better than you and I, just in a general sense. You both seem to think it's humorous to laugh at other people's pain. You both seem to like to run away from your problems instead of facing them head-on.


The Unseelie Court is full of not-so-nice fey. Disfigured, insane, monstrous, bloodthirsty. But, if I were a real nymph, I know I wouldn't be Unseelie.
I have the right motives, and I'm entitled to getting upset.

I am done wishing for change. Eight months is long enough.