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Guilt trips.
posted on Monday, June 6, 2011 @ 3:58 PM
I guess at this point it's a matter of wanting to do something.
The concept of standing in the same spot for 6 hours just seems gross.
Sorry to disappoint, dad.
Not everything is the same as when you were growing up.

I just would like to stop the never-ending cycle of guilt trips.
So may guilt trips about things that don't matter at all.
Guilt trips. I wish I could get rid of those.

"You've been avoiding us like the plague."
-I'm sorry that I came home tired and depressed and wanted to leave because I was getting guilt trips. I'm sorry that you always ask if I'm going to do things and then get confused when I actually do them.

You know...it's really hard to act excited.
It's also hard to act social when you don't want to be.
It's also hard to sit there and get beat up.
But it happens. It happens a lot.
Which is fine. I'm numb to it by now.

I always feel odd picking up an electric guitar.
It's not like I'm not allowed to play it cause I'm female or anything...I just feel odd trying to practice it and get decent, because there's not really a point of me doing more than I have. I guess I'm just jealous.

I don't like being jealous.
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