Him

Jun 11, 2006 12:54

False progress. That's all I'd call it. Everytime I feel like we're getting somewhere and the lines of communication are finally up and running smoothly, BAM. Except this time it doesn't hurt as badly. I guess I've just come to expect it.

Sick of it. Sick of him.

I'm going to get more stuff from my apartment today. Big stuff.
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