Monday, September 27, 2004

Excerpt from a Dear John letter.

You’'re such an emotional cripple that you'’d rather roll along in your wheelchair and run over people and knock them away when they try to walk alongside (even if you've ASKED them to), give you a push or just ride along than get the fuck up out of that wheelchair and conduct your relationships in an even semi-functional fashion. I’'d like to dump your ass out on the floor.

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