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Friday, April 11, 2008

For the love of God, I hate confrontations, especially when I get that heat-of-the-moment-I-Want-To-Lash-Out-On-You-Because-I've-Been-Feeling-Like-Shit.
But then again, I will always feel like shit because of your blase indifference.

The difference between you and I is that I use words - carefully; so as not to be so blunt - to let you know what I feel. Whereas your careless actions leave me hurt and disappointed. And just when I'm about ready to launch into everything that's been hurting, you push me away.

Well well well, my point exactly. CHALOS to you, too!

-NO love,
Sarah