exploring myspace while her neighbors scream, curse, and slam doors....good times.
......an addendum to my post......
I can hear her crying. I don't understand how a man and a woman can claim to love each other and treat each other so harshly and violently. She's sobbing, downstairs. Now, Timmy and I have hurt each others' feelings and made each other cry; that's just a part of our broken nature. But when I hurt Timmy, I feel like my insides break, so much more than if anyone else hurt me. And I know that nothing hurts Timmy more than the thought of hurting me. So, what I hear downstairs makes me so sad and so confused.
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