familial ties and truffles

Slam your fist into your forehead, roll your eyes at the ciling and grimace at the ferocity of it all. Nothing that is done is right anymore. The things said, the meanings intended -- the reasons to leave it all there... all waiting to be put to use to hurl one's life into something new.

Apologize because it is your fault. So what if you didn't think? It does't matter because you screwed up. The original problem is worth nothing because it doesn't matter who you are. You are not worth it. You are painfully, uselessly intact, yet broken and there is Nothing. You. Can. Do. About. It.

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What's the pint? Conceited princess? Is that what you think of her? Selfish? Tedious? How do you think she feels? You say she treats you like 'crap' but how about making her cry?

You said you know exactly how she feels. Well that's what they all say. You don't. You never can. You never tried this hard only to have it shut back down in your face. You never cried in front of the person who was whailing on you... and now?

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She doesn't want you to get her stuff. It's just stuff. It is material. It is worth nothing. She just wants to be loved like any other girl. Please stop yelling.

You're hurting her. Please. Can't you see? Stop. Please

She doesn't know what she can do. She is at the end of her rope. You said months ago that you don't know what to do. You can't relate to her. Stop trying to impress her and just be who you are. Please. That's all she wants. She oesn't want to be spoiled. She doesn't ask to be spoiled. She likes having to work for somthing. Yet you say you can't relate to her. Is that not what you did too? Work your way up from the bottom

And what does she do? She gets back home from that glorious trip and dumps him. The one she loved. The one who made her so happy that she didn'tunderstand there was a world outside of him. And that's not what she said. You were happy but now you're not. Tou're taking it out on her again, and she doesn't know what to do. She doesn't dislike you. She really does indeed love you. How can she not? She is broken.

Please. Stop hurting her.

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Days later, things seem to have been forgotten... the painful fingers pulling at the corners of her mind from the words that were said are now edging away. There isn't as much pain as before... in fact now, it is a whisper of a thought. Things are alright again. For a while.

Four more years. She has the paper. She can run and find pay there.

She can travel. She can escape. She doesn't know what the future holds, but she'll daresay she might find love in one of these countries.

Will it strike her again? Or will life be all pillows and daisies? Pff. Yeah right. It's never that easy. It can't be that easy, cause then it would be even more absurdly unfair to someone else. If everyday was an easy day, there'd never be reason to say that Jesus pulled you though. Being pulled through can suck, but really look at it this way.

It is said that life is like the box of chocolates, right? You don't ever know what is going to come your way. If you eat lots of chocolate, what happens? You get fat. Can you walk through doors? No, you need to be pulled through them.

Writer's thoughts are all over the map.