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Angry. Am I angry? Yeah. I'm fucking angry. I'm going to leave it for a while so I don't fucking tear her head off. Maybe get a coffee and a gun. Yeah. I'm fucking angry.
I hope I don't come back from my coffee all conciliatory. I'm such a pushover that way. I want the perfect balance of irrationality and rationality so I don't come off it looking like I'm a victimizer or the victim, yet again.
Oooh. Rage is so invigorating.
Happy Halloween. I was a skeleton. I made my costume myself (I drew a rib cage/etc. and shaded it in proper and cut it out and taped it to my black shirt).
I'm still angry. Jesus fucking christ. She is in trouble.
I hope I don't come back from my coffee all conciliatory. I'm such a pushover that way. I want the perfect balance of irrationality and rationality so I don't come off it looking like I'm a victimizer or the victim, yet again.
Oooh. Rage is so invigorating.
Happy Halloween. I was a skeleton. I made my costume myself (I drew a rib cage/etc. and shaded it in proper and cut it out and taped it to my black shirt).
I'm still angry. Jesus fucking christ. She is in trouble.