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[Feb. 15th, 2004|04:55 pm] |
One of these days, I'll say to you, "have a nice life," and you'll look at me with those scared eyes and wonder if this is really the last time my face, my body, will appear in front of you.
When I'm happy, it feels so fake and wrong. But thats all i felt while i was with meg and her friends.
I'm so fucking angry right now. It's anger and tears streaming down my face in an way that no poems want to be written about it. I'm frustrated-angry. Frustrated because I can't do anything right and everything I attempt to do fucks up. I feel like such a failure. I feel stupid.
there's been a suggested divorce.
uh oh. |
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