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again. this was not the plan... the plan was to be home at midnight, relatively sober. i think i just made the decision that is going to start a war in this apartment. tonight was strange. i seem to be asserting myself--being stubborn over the most trivial things--just because i'm getting sick of the games. basically, i'm not going to play a role that isn't really mine. i'm in a no win situation right now, and i'm finding a way out of it. it may not be the most forthright way of dealing with it, but i'm not going to sit him down again to find out why the hell he is the way he is. i've done it twice with the same results: all of my impressions are validated, but we skirt resolution. these "talks" perpetuate the problem by binding us tighter to emotions that neither of us will acknowledge outwardly in anything but action. yes, actions speak louder than words, but communication is key to any relationship. we don't communicate. it is getting really annoying to have everyone around you telling you and another person to, "just get it over with, already!" any time you're in a room together. i was sitting in the kitchen with a couple of people and fiona comes in to say, "your presence is requested in the living room." i asked who was doing the requesting. she replies, "who do you think?" the room turns to look at me with eerily matching smirks on their faces. i'm sick of that. i'm sick of being thrown into something that i feel i have no control over. i know i do this to myself, but that also means i can stop it myself. i don't know any other way to stop it than this. i can't do it anymore.
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