Mad and Madder
2006-11-13 // 4:17 a.m.

I thought that everything was okay. Then he goes and pulls this freaking bullshit on me about not leaving the milk gallon on the floor or in the room. What he meant was that he needed to use the computer so he would use any excuse to get me away.

And then I head to the kitchen to pour the milk down the drain and I opened a drawer. Pulled out a steak knife and set it against my left wrist. I started crying uncontrollably.

And he still doesn't know.

He was getting mad and madder each second that it took for me to stall.

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