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[saddestgoddess]

I arrive home, mother hugs me, then tells me to go clean my art room. I am angry. The night wears on, she asks me if i am eating supper with them, when she'd already asked. "Yes, why?" I answer. "Oh, I didn't know if you still were, you're eating a lot". A peice of pita bread sits heavy in my stomache. She is drinking straight scotch tonight, and

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[saddestgoddess]

There's no point...

[ajayne]

*hug* I don't know what to say... all I can do is offer you a virtual hug. But you really do need to talk to someone about all this. =(

[saddestgoddess]

What good would it do? Not to be all petulant... but it honestly wouldn't do anything....

[ajayne]

Sure it could do some good. It would help you maybe sort through things in your head and not have to keep it all bottled up. But ultimately you would have to believe it could be of some help.

If you need a listening ear, I am here.

[saddestgoddess]

Thanks darlin, you're such a good person ^__^

[mandiann]

...hey

[saddestgoddess]

... hey

[mandiann]

*hugs*