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Monday, January 7, 2008
sometimes you just feel like staying out the whole night cuz home is such a fucked up place. just when you're feeling so down and out, just when you needed that teeny weeny little bit of comfort, or at the very least some peace and quiet, they have to ramble on about your past misdeeds and latest punishments and curfews. sometimes you just don't wanna lose your cool. you listen, intently, and you gulp it down, that tasteless marsh, but somehow it had a burning sensation. you feel your grip tighten and your palms perspire, and your knuckles itching but you can't do anything. you hear the rambling crescendo, then a wedge after a staccatissimo.
you grab a clump of your hair and you start pulling.
you want to, but you can't do anything.
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