I'm mad at him, I'm mad at God, I'm mad at love, I'm mad at myself.
I don't want to talk about it.
I don't want to feel better.
The only things I've allowed to affect me are the Dixie Chicks.
Oh, and the passion of "emilysfire@blogspot.com" entry today.
5 comments:
I love you Em
I don't know what's going on with you though. will you explain to me sometime?
Thank you for challenging me today.
Ariana,
I want you to let me feel this way for as long as I want to feel it. That's what you can do for me.
I love you too.
There is a place for anger.
i was about to say the same thing tahnee did.
be angry if that's how you want to be. you're completely allowed.
tahnee's right... people are beautiful because they are ugly.
YEAH!!!!!
you can borrow my new favorite phrase if you want, but it's pretty harsh...
F--- that Sh--
loving every single part of you, especially your furious sock throwing part,
watch out! Em's pissed and she's throwing sock balls, I wouldn't go in there if I were you, she might hit you in the face and head with them! Ouch!
I LOVE that you threw sock balls! Oh my goodness, I can't believe you threw sock balls, it's so great! In my house, "organizing your sock drawer" has a lot of hidden connotations -- having to do with walls, closed-off-ness, boringness, unwillingness to experience or risk. I'll tell you more about it sometime. But I think it's so appropriate that you freaking THREW the socks across the room! You defied everything that the orginization of a sock drawer represents.
I'm reading some back entries in your blog today. I love it. I love you.
Skye
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