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Sick

I just feel so frustrated,

I can't focus at work because I'm constantly fixating

on our most recent argument.

I don't feel listened to;

and when I don't believe everything you believe or talk about

I feel judged and criticized by you.

I'm tired of being the mature one.

I'm tired of waiting around.

If you mention threesomes or DMT one more time,

I'm pretty sure I'll go ape **** on everyone.

Am I not allowed to have taboo topics?

Everyone has some subject they don't like talking about

or feel uncomfortable talking about.

Why can't you understand it?

Why do you insist on talking about the very things

I've expressed less than no interest in?

Why do you question everything I say?

Why do you make me explain myself

when what I've already expressed was all I wanted to say on the matter.

We're not going in the same directions.

I don't mind occasionally just sitting around

smoking until I'm too lazy to move...

sometimes.

But it feels like that's all we do anymore.

I need more excitement and spontaneity.

Lately all we do is smoke and ****

And argue.

I'm sick of arguing.

Mostly because I know you're not listening.

And I'm sick of being ignored.

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Mar 24, 2010
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