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ill nap, type, clean, listen to music.
avoid them at all costs.
i cant talk to my parents.
its my disease.
i have to hide in my room from whatever they could bring up to speak to me about.
i hate it more than so many things.
its not even for a good reason.
ive just done it for so long that its habit ive never let die.
i want to tell my dad about school without having to cringe when he interupts with his highschool and college experiences.
i want to complain to my mom about drama with friends without her trying to be my bestest best friend instead of just the person i turn to in an attempt vent.
this problem, and my missing boyfriend are the only things that truly eat away at my heart. i want to be cookie cutter kid with cookie cutter relationships, but the two that come before and after the ones with my friends are seriously lacking. maybe if i could speak up my problems would be solved.
fuck speaking.
Published by :gray-cell-green 2007-05-09 23:14:42.0
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