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moody I'm in a foul mood and I have no idea why. I feel bitter, angry, resentful. These emotions seem to be ready to attach themselves to whatever object presents itself; I keep having to restrain myself from snapping at the other people who live here, although I have no real problems with them. I blame the phone. I really, really hate the phone. I hate my mother. Why does she keep calling? Why does it always make me angry to speak with her? Why does she talk to me as though I wa still a little child? Why did she ever - why - what am I hoping to acheive with all these questions? It's not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere. I want to let it go but I can't, I can't let it go. - "Dirty leaves are sailing On a hot wind ocean" - Concrete Blonde |
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