I was unable to express terribly clearly what makes me so damn annoyed with them most of the time; it was mostly of a "I know it when I see it" sort of description. (I didn't even do my standard bitch about Boston and how I felt completely out of place there amongst the cliquishness and Drama and mind games.) After phoebe left, though, I realized that I have a simple criteria for separating the "good" from the "bad": the intent to bend or break the person involved.
Ugh, I know there was somewhere I was going with this entry, but I feel a lonely mopiness descending again (possibly from lack of sleep, possibly because it's been at least a week or two since I've been depressive) and my thoughts have turned to mush. I'm misspelling words and starting to use lots of semicolons, which is always a bad sign for me. Tomorrow I'll try to look outward instead of doing the standard navelgazing spiral inward and downward - but for right now, it's sleepytime.