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Tuesday, February 09, 2010

fuckit...

THe Witching hour has passed, the children are sleeping, Mama feels the guilt of all her bad parenting moves blossoming inside. My life is just ridiculous most days. The boy is so disrespectful and angry, yelling at me like a crusty, old drunkard... fuckit I just wrote a huge mess of feelings down and my fucking shitbag computer erased most of it, goodnight fuckkkkkk....