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Danielle didn't show up yesterday. Go figure. This "friend" of mine from Cleveland is largely responsible for my recent bout of cynicism. She's done nothing but lie to me, use me, and otherwise abuse what was once a very soft heart for a sob story. I was lulled into being compassionate, and she took advantage.

She took advantage of my "weakness." I bought her a car so that she could get to her job - a job she was working to support her younger brother and sister because her dad was a drunk and her mom was marrying a guy from Jordan (or something like that).

Danielle has worked at strip clubs and Denny's. She's miscarried and lost a two-year old child. She's started - and dropped out of - school several times. She studied to be a nurse once. She bought her own condo and two cars, yet mysteriously can't ever find the $5,000+ that she owes me. After all, you only make $500/night stripping.

Her "best friend" Brian - a guy who literally may or may not even exist - died from a car crash recently. Her dad died a few months ago. Oh, and please add "supposedly" to every one of these sentences, because I believe nothing of what she says. Nothing.

I could cite countless other things, and all of the above has taken place over the past 3-4 years. Early on I talked to Danielle for hours every day. I was suckered in. Now I feel stupid for having been a caring person, when really I was just being stupid. Gee, what a great person.

I would say that I regret every moment and every dime spent on her, but I don't have regrets - just intelligent observations about my past. She taught me to be cynical. She taught me to treat every sob story with steel wool gloves. She taught me that people aren't honest, people aren't respectable, and helping someone else sometimes leaves you broke: emotionally, monetarily, and physically.

Danielle is out of my life. I've attempted in various ways to get her out before, but this time I simply won't cave in. She can call all she wants, email all she wants, etc. She won't ever show up to face me in person, so I won't have to worry about that.

I sent her my address - again - this morning. I'll not be waiting for that $5,000. Of course I hope she proves me wrong (I could use a new computer around July…) but I'm 101% sure I'll be right about this one. I won't get back a dime, a minute, or an ounce of the money, time, or compassion wasted on her.

Fuck you, Danielle, for making me cynical. I only hope that your impact on my life is quickly and painlessly washed away, because I think compassion is a good thing, and regardless of your behavior, I want to know again that not everyone is as horrible, evil, and supremely fucked up as you.

Goodbye, Danielle, and good riddens riddance.

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