Thursday, December 14, 2006

Sour smells, stale air, the burden of being home.

God fucking dammit. I am really fucking angry about something right at this very moment. I cannot stop grinding my teeth.

F U C K.

and also . . .

I hate coming home when there is just this very generalized shitty disposition sitting in the room. Something kind of sour-like, that absolutely permeates everyone in the room. This may or may not be an uncommon experience at my house.

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