August 24th, 2002

Zoicite☆For all I carry are murdered

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This is something I am sort of writing while I am drunk.. at times I hate my husband.. hate him because he makes me made.. I do love him but it is like my heart wrenches whenever he does something that I don't like but what can I do.. it is like he has changed, he never does the sweet romantic stuff that he used to, he gripes to me if the house isn't how he likes it and the tries to blame it on me.. I just don't feel loved.. I had a dream last night that he chose liquor and his friends over me and now he is in the living room with his friends, hasn't even come into see me.. and I feel like crying.. Mayve I should go to bed..

damn myself
damn my weakness...