You lash out at me without giving me reason when clearly something is wrong. Prying it out of you takes so much out of me. I'm trying to keep my cool while trying to figure out what's on your mind.
I went to bathe after you left. And as I sat there silent with thoughts running through my head, I realised that water works was not only coming from the shower head but my eyes.
I knew today wasn't a good day. I could just feel it. I hate it when plans don't turn out right or go my way.
I fucking hate Russia and bladdy Moscovites.
*Grumbles....
Dangnabbit!
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