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Thoughts. Thinking. They're always dangerous. I want to go back. When I sat in a bathroom crying and hating my marriage for never being perfect. For always wanting more.. Why can't I feel that again? Why do I feel all this guilt? How do I break out of this rut? I was unhappy. Anger. Cursing. Unnecessary drama. Resistance. The whites!!! The beige towels don't go in
The whites for the 50th fucking time!! I need out of my life, but I need people. I'm all alone in my guilt and anger and disappointment. I'll never find piece of mind again. Ever. Ever. Never.
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