Fourth Time’s The Charm

February 19th, 2007

the first thing i went to take was my mobile phone charger. i didnt have time to slam doors, not that it would have worked as prior experience would tell me. i picked my clothes up from the floor and my books from the desk. and the whole time i was angry. then he came in and grabbed me by the wrists in an effort to stop me from going. my left wrist still hurts. he shouted and i screamed. there was no place for reason or civility, and when the phone rang, neither of us picked it up. i realized i was not used to this. i didnt quite know what to do. like is this the part where i burst into tears? or do i just keep up this furious tirade? and there he was shouting explanations into my face and into my red checkered shirt. was that supposed to comfort me? was i supposed to feel reassured? i thought he was missing the point, and he thought i was missing the point. well, fuck the points. fuck that shit. all i could think of was leaving. and i did. but i came back. what can i say? i’m just a girl with a personality disorder.

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