Disclaimer: I don't own anything. BTW, none of my comments are in the story they're all from the point of the character.
I hate you. You break my heart every time, Xander Harris, and I hate you. How is it that I can't seem to find a way to break through all of that stupid bravado "You don't want to know what I've seen" crap? I've seen you with your friends. They know. They know who you are. Somehow, by some horrible disease I must have contracted, I love you without having to know the real Xander---I don't even know your middle name. It's probably something like Ponce or Gepetto. From what I've seen your family is weird enough to pull something like that. You and the whole Harris brood are a load of weirdos. Endearing weirdos, I'll grant you, but weirdos none the less. I can't believe I fell for someone like you. Jesus, you're such an ass. AND DON'T THINK FOR A SECOND THAT I BELIEVE THE STORY THAT YOU WERE IN AFRICA FOR A VACATION!! WHO VACATIONS IN A THIRD WORLD COUNTRY???? You're probably a drug smuggler. That's it. You have all of these secrets, because you're a drug smuggler and don't want to tell me. You probably lost your eye dealing with some South American drug lord! Who am I kidding? We both know you could never be a drug lord. You would always know that you were hurting everyone who you gained from. You always realize things like that. Who you're hurting. What's the cost of your actions. You are always trying to take care of everyone. I see that. You seem like the Zeppo. (That's an odd phrase. It seems like it's familiar, though.) The one that doesn't matter, but you're not. You're the one who make them stable, who grounds everyone when they're falling off the edge. I wish you'd be there for me, but you can't stop thinking about her and I hate her for it. Hear that? I hate you, Anya Jenkins. I hate you for what you were to him and for what I can't be because of it. Because guess what? You have made me nothing in his eyes. And Veronica Annabelle Chase is never meant to be a nothing.
I hate you. You break my heart every time, Xander Harris, and I hate you. How is it that I can't seem to find a way to break through all of that stupid bravado "You don't want to know what I've seen" crap? I've seen you with your friends. They know. They know who you are. Somehow, by some horrible disease I must have contracted, I love you without having to know the real Xander---I don't even know your middle name. It's probably something like Ponce or Gepetto. From what I've seen your family is weird enough to pull something like that. You and the whole Harris brood are a load of weirdos. Endearing weirdos, I'll grant you, but weirdos none the less. I can't believe I fell for someone like you. Jesus, you're such an ass. AND DON'T THINK FOR A SECOND THAT I BELIEVE THE STORY THAT YOU WERE IN AFRICA FOR A VACATION!! WHO VACATIONS IN A THIRD WORLD COUNTRY???? You're probably a drug smuggler. That's it. You have all of these secrets, because you're a drug smuggler and don't want to tell me. You probably lost your eye dealing with some South American drug lord! Who am I kidding? We both know you could never be a drug lord. You would always know that you were hurting everyone who you gained from. You always realize things like that. Who you're hurting. What's the cost of your actions. You are always trying to take care of everyone. I see that. You seem like the Zeppo. (That's an odd phrase. It seems like it's familiar, though.) The one that doesn't matter, but you're not. You're the one who make them stable, who grounds everyone when they're falling off the edge. I wish you'd be there for me, but you can't stop thinking about her and I hate her for it. Hear that? I hate you, Anya Jenkins. I hate you for what you were to him and for what I can't be because of it. Because guess what? You have made me nothing in his eyes. And Veronica Annabelle Chase is never meant to be a nothing.
