Feeling: Frustrated
Listening to: The Mother Hips - Channel Island Girl
Reading/Watching: --

Every time I talk to him, I become this monster. I don't understand it. I snap, I speak rapidly and loudly, until I start screaming.

And then I'm just a banshee.

It's a horrible feeling. I hate myself for it; it's like I step aside, astrally projecting to some safe location, and watch this monster, red-faced and ranting, crying and screaming and repeating herself over and over to a person who is willfully uncomprehending. Incapable of holding my temper. Incapable of calm. Incapable of polite conversation.

And he wonders why I don't want to talk in person.

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