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things are not going well in the land of my house.
everyone hates each other, no one who lives here can even seem to be in the same room without either crying or wanting to kill each other.
it's not that I'm very surprised that it ended up this way, I'm just a little sad that the people that I thought were my best friends can't even look at me anymore.
I think right now, I can describe things in this house to have reached the maximum tension point.
*knocks on wood*
I think the only thing that could make this worse is if we actually started killing each other.
hopefully someday soon half of us will move out, and maybe things will be better for everyone then.
I can't remember what was happening in my brain to make me think this combination of people would be good to stick in a house together.
I'm not saying it's anyone's fault, in fact I spend most of my time blaming myself for not being able to fix it.
so I guess this is the end of probably 4 years of friendship. uncomfortable road trips, drinking in the dugouts, roll parties and first frys and the joke table.
there's more I'm sure, but I'm not sure that I can list more without making myself even more miserable.
I was never as in control as I thought. And I'm sorry for everything I tried to say and couldn't. I was never too good with the spoken word. It seems as though I had one last chance to make it right, but instead I walked away. And for that, I probably don't deserve to be forgiven.
everyone hates each other, no one who lives here can even seem to be in the same room without either crying or wanting to kill each other.
it's not that I'm very surprised that it ended up this way, I'm just a little sad that the people that I thought were my best friends can't even look at me anymore.
I think right now, I can describe things in this house to have reached the maximum tension point.
*knocks on wood*
I think the only thing that could make this worse is if we actually started killing each other.
hopefully someday soon half of us will move out, and maybe things will be better for everyone then.
I can't remember what was happening in my brain to make me think this combination of people would be good to stick in a house together.
I'm not saying it's anyone's fault, in fact I spend most of my time blaming myself for not being able to fix it.
so I guess this is the end of probably 4 years of friendship. uncomfortable road trips, drinking in the dugouts, roll parties and first frys and the joke table.
there's more I'm sure, but I'm not sure that I can list more without making myself even more miserable.
I was never as in control as I thought. And I'm sorry for everything I tried to say and couldn't. I was never too good with the spoken word. It seems as though I had one last chance to make it right, but instead I walked away. And for that, I probably don't deserve to be forgiven.