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Life on the homefront is about to get messy. i have enough friction with my mother to burn down the damn house. She stares coldly at me and examines my expression, my posture, my clothing, and i can tell that she is trying to read me. We both know that she's pissed off at me but only i know why.
This is going to be a rough week. And, ironic though it is, i am stable enough to be completely crazy. (this is the bullshit i sell myself)
The weekend is a fragmented collection of hazy memories. my impulsiveness, self-destructive tendencies, and pent up emotions took center stage in a twisted charade of half-assed attempts at suicide and lies. Damn it. i still managed to eat breakfast at the church, clean the house, start a crochet project, go to church, help make lunch, give Yurtle a bath, give Stephen a hair cut, and some other worthless pantomimes of normalcy.
Grrrrrod.
This is going to be a rough week. And, ironic though it is, i am stable enough to be completely crazy. (this is the bullshit i sell myself)
The weekend is a fragmented collection of hazy memories. my impulsiveness, self-destructive tendencies, and pent up emotions took center stage in a twisted charade of half-assed attempts at suicide and lies. Damn it. i still managed to eat breakfast at the church, clean the house, start a crochet project, go to church, help make lunch, give Yurtle a bath, give Stephen a hair cut, and some other worthless pantomimes of normalcy.
Grrrrrod.