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  <title>Quiet intentions</title>
  <subtitle>Lyssa</subtitle>
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    <name>Lyssa</name>
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  <updated>2005-08-31T05:52:51Z</updated>
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    <title>maybe its me</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T05:52:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>circa survive- juturna</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So yesterday I worked from 12-5 and got home just in time for dinner. great. For the first time in a really long while, my family had dinner together and it just stuns me how psychotic my parents are. They start screaming at the top of their lungs and arguing over the most unimportant things known to man. And of course I have no problem yelling back. Im telling my mom that if she really thinks that shes right she has no reason to raise her voice and I get "well he never listens to me he has an answer to everything and i cant stand him". So mother hates father, what else is new. Ive gotten to a point in my life where when I really just cant swallow whats happening, I pick up and leave. So I grab my shoes and tell them Ill be back in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;"where do you think youre going?!"&lt;br /&gt;"dont worry about it"&lt;br /&gt;I ended up walking to the library and I got The Bell Jar, Go Ask Alice, and One Of Those Hideous Books Where The Mother Dies. That should keep me occupied between working eating and watching Seinfeld. Seems thats all my life consists of lately. This month has effortlessly drained me emotionally and physically. Its the most discouraging thing ever.</content>
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