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Feb. 19th, 2003 12:25 amTonight was the first night of many where I spent my time locked (literally) in my bedroom. I ate dinner up here because I just couldn't bring myself to stay downstairs with her there. I'm just not ready for this. I want her to leave.
I wish I lived somewhere else.
I'm upset, I'm angry, and I'm scared. No matter what I tell them, they don't seem to understand how much this hurts me. I don't even have words to make them understand anymore. So I just stop talking.
I wish I lived somewhere else.
I'm upset, I'm angry, and I'm scared. No matter what I tell them, they don't seem to understand how much this hurts me. I don't even have words to make them understand anymore. So I just stop talking.