Mar 23, 2005 21:15
She came home. We talked. I cried and sidestepped the real issues as usual.
All is peaceful.
I remain, as ever, full of hate.
Ugh. Give me a 40, a carton of smokes, an SS hat, and a fascist boyfriend in a place of our own.
Then maybe I'll be in better spirits.
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