worked up over nothing
yesterday, you were angry and i couldn�t tell why, but, you kept saying even normal things in loud tones like on the other end of the phone line, you were brushing your hand through your hair and steam was pouring out from your nostrils. At first, I tried to calm you down and tell you that nothing was worth all of this rage, but somehow you kept going. (I guess you didn�t agree) and I went to sleep last night thinking about how angry your dreams must be and how much I wish they weren�t.
2004-10-22 | 12:36 p.m.
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