End of story.
And again I find myself dumping on Emily. I feel bad but she gives good advice and always tells me she doesn't mind. And so.
Of course my father is in the room so really, I'm sitting here trying not to cry while I'm having this deep conversation on the computer or whatever, and I really just want to throw something at him.
And then vent some more. Honestly, I don't know why I put myself through these things. And then I think about it again and can't imagine why I wouldn't.
Certifiably crazy? Possibly.
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bah. I know how you feel, I get the same way sometimes.
ReplyDelete::offers you velvet goldmine in vain attempt to make you feel better::