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God, today was a shitty day. Just like yesterday and the day before.

:goes to play Mini-Ninjas:

-Lucy

arm in arm we are the harmless sociopaths

So it's fairly common knowledge I'm a pacifist, right?

Mum just said it's good that I'm not working Friday night because we're going to see a friend of ours fight.

It's apparently one of those mixed martial arts things, but I don't... just...


Why the hell would I want to see someone I like beat-up/get beat-up for fucking sport?

I don't think I understand the concept. War, military conflicts, at least they (are supposed to) have a purpose. This is fighting for NOTHING. Why would she think I could stand it? It's a very nice friend who's always been kind to me. Just. Fuck, what the hell?

And now Mum's pissed at me because I said hell no.

Dammit.

-Lucy