Haven't written in awhile. Rob Thomas once said that he doesn't usually write when he's happy. When he's happy he's out living life. He saves writing for when he's not so happy. Well recently, I can actually tell you that that was the case for me. I mean, I wasn't bounding over hills of green with gold coins falling out of my skinny jeans, but things were leaning toward the pleasant.
So, as you may have already guessed, since I am writing now, something must have gone wrong. Why of course. Because I'm in a fucked situation that can't unfuck itself because no one in the situation with me has the means to unfuck it.
I think I'm still afraid of him. I think she is too. I think she's also afraid of me. I think her and I walk on eggshells all the time. And I think he hates himself because he knows we do. I want to have more normal conversations. I want to talk about books and movies without everything turning into a battle of epic proportions. I want to know that after she dies, I won't die too.
I want too much I guess.
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