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two things...
1. i think i'm going to just dress like a man. because, lets face it, the only people i'm really getting along with are aquantances and people i haven't met face-to-face... the people i work with, and gay guys... i'm sick of girls, in fact, i really hate most of them... and guys just frustrate the hell out of me (excluding dan, who lives 3000 miles away... just my luck) i think i'll just become both and be my own best friend and boyfriend... because... well... fuck everyone else, i'm not going to try anymore.
2. my dad sent me a 2.5 sentence email (in which he said that he loves and misses me, and would like me to come back home- leaving out the appolagy part) at 12:30 am today... and i imediatly sent a reply (which was far more thought-filled)
it went as follows...
"i love you too dad, but we have some things that we need to discuss, and you can't blow me off or tune me out by yelling over top of me. i'm an adult, a young one, yes, but an adult none-the-less. i don't want to offend you, but you know how mad you get, and you know how intense you get. not only is it scarey for me, but it's not healthy for you.
we're too alike for our own good. it's not like my temper and impatience came from mom
(because god knows, she's a saint for putting up with us). i think that the two of us need to go to some couceling togther and seperatly.
i'll admit fault on my behalf, but not without knowing that a portion of it is also yours. and that's something that you'll have to accept. neither of us is perfect, reguardless of who is older, bigger, or whatever.
i don't want to come back home if things like that night are going to keep happening. and i dont want to walk on egg shells around you, and wonder what degree of bad mood you'll be in when you get home... and what thing i missed that will trigger another screaming fit. i don't want to live with you if you won't hear me out.
i'm not going to appolagize for that night. i don't want to look back and regret doing so. and i don't want to resent having come back.
love,
cheri
but i love you too. and we need to talk before i seriously consider moving back in."
...(here's where i've run out of things to say)...
and for now, i leave you with a quote from "iris" - live, which has really gotten me through my girly nature of adding sentiment when inappropriate...
"... but the beauty of this vission alone, just like yesterday's sunset, have be perverted by the sentimental, and mistaken for love..."
1. i think i'm going to just dress like a man. because, lets face it, the only people i'm really getting along with are aquantances and people i haven't met face-to-face... the people i work with, and gay guys... i'm sick of girls, in fact, i really hate most of them... and guys just frustrate the hell out of me (excluding dan, who lives 3000 miles away... just my luck) i think i'll just become both and be my own best friend and boyfriend... because... well... fuck everyone else, i'm not going to try anymore.
2. my dad sent me a 2.5 sentence email (in which he said that he loves and misses me, and would like me to come back home- leaving out the appolagy part) at 12:30 am today... and i imediatly sent a reply (which was far more thought-filled)
it went as follows...
"i love you too dad, but we have some things that we need to discuss, and you can't blow me off or tune me out by yelling over top of me. i'm an adult, a young one, yes, but an adult none-the-less. i don't want to offend you, but you know how mad you get, and you know how intense you get. not only is it scarey for me, but it's not healthy for you.
we're too alike for our own good. it's not like my temper and impatience came from mom
(because god knows, she's a saint for putting up with us). i think that the two of us need to go to some couceling togther and seperatly.
i'll admit fault on my behalf, but not without knowing that a portion of it is also yours. and that's something that you'll have to accept. neither of us is perfect, reguardless of who is older, bigger, or whatever.
i don't want to come back home if things like that night are going to keep happening. and i dont want to walk on egg shells around you, and wonder what degree of bad mood you'll be in when you get home... and what thing i missed that will trigger another screaming fit. i don't want to live with you if you won't hear me out.
i'm not going to appolagize for that night. i don't want to look back and regret doing so. and i don't want to resent having come back.
love,
cheri
but i love you too. and we need to talk before i seriously consider moving back in."
...(here's where i've run out of things to say)...
and for now, i leave you with a quote from "iris" - live, which has really gotten me through my girly nature of adding sentiment when inappropriate...
"... but the beauty of this vission alone, just like yesterday's sunset, have be perverted by the sentimental, and mistaken for love..."