I was with a couple other people walking downtown somewhere... One might
have been on a bike... We were trying to find the apt of a friend that
was throwing a party... It was an obscure location and we had passed it
the first time... The GPS told us we had to turn around... We had to
enter down an alley way between two tall brick buildings... Once arrived
the place was packed but we learned the host was sick so didn't stay
long.
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There was a handful of relatives staying at my
house and there was a theme of them not respecting my things.. You have
to understand that "things" don't mean much to me but when others don't
handle your things with care it's frustrating... So I was frustrated..
At one point my washer and dryer were moved and one of them was
damaged... I got so mad I threw a small plate at the wall and it
shattered loudly on impact... This is so unlike me... But for some
reason I felt bound/unable to speak... My sister threw a big plate which
shattered on the same wall mine did to prove a point of it being
completely unnecessary ... I felt alone and helpless.
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