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Freeze.Die.Come.To.Life.

One step forward, two steps back. One half-step forward, one step back. Side shuffle, freeze, repeat.

I'm so tired of this same-old-song-and-dance.

He's a good man at heart but lately he's just over-the-top mad at everything and acting like a junior high boy who's being forced to stand up straight and wipe that scowl from his face.

And, I, for one - am tired of playing the role of stand up straight and wipe that scowl from your face. I didn't sign up for this; The daily fights, the petty arguments of which I can, later, never remember the subject of - only how we glared and yelled and stewed in silence. And then every time, next time we'll handle it better. All those next times? Same as it ever was.

10:31 am - 11.07.06

sounds:
words:
i am: pissed

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