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... Are A Big Disappointment.

What a classical saying in Big Momma's House.

I wanna laugh, feel ok.

As soon as there is something to do, I loose out (with him! Other, I´m quite doing ok).
The weapon to kill me: Go away.

Not talking, not making up, not going to be ok kills me, and he knows it.
Tomorrow, he´ll be on the road again. A good chance to kill oneself.
He´s a very good driver, but who knows?

Tuesday I have to drive to the Harz Mountains (Mountains = snow) - I am not a good driver.
I´ll spend the night alone. He took his blanket away.

Who screw it up anyways?

I did not loose the darn screws. But Christmas or fun-time is just gone.

Feel like running away.
But I have to be strong and learn that love is not what I want it to be.

I forgive quickly. But that´s just me here.
I wanted to get some strenghts from this "holiday", but I´m more exhausted than ever.

Maybe I need to accept loneliness. No-love.

I need no comments on this, please. I just feel sorry for myself because I just don´t unterstand all this.
But... I need to get it out.

Would I run away if it wasn´t that cold and snowy/icey?
No idea.
Bro had called - I could call back. But I´d just cry and make him sad, too.
Merry Christmas, Dude. I let you have one.

Guess, ... hopefully... we make it, Ingo and I.
If this is the case - from now on: A box for all accessories kit - we both sign it - for each darn, stupid item. So he cannot claim me for loosing anything.

Ya know. It hurts even twice/double cause I am careful with stuff like that.