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So I had been in one of those moods, and I had started writing something, but nothing's really come of it (so far). I guess I'm hoping that if someone gives a critique of some sort, I'll have an idea, even if it's not a great one. This is, I realize, not the best writing, and it's absolutely littered with angst and curses, so rip it all you want!

The book hit the wall with a muffled thud, falling to the floor near a pile of dirty clothes. I couldn’t believe that b***h. I just couldn’t believe her. How the ******** did she get away with doing this to me? Didn’t I matter?

Of course, I knew the answer to that, deep down. I’d been losing her for months now. There was no doubt in my mind about it. It’s not like she hid it particularly well. Of course, she tried. In her own way, she certainly tried. Randomly, during dates or after a particularly cute chick-flick, she’d run out to the ladies’ room, and after dates, she always went inside without looking up at me.

Even so, how did she rationalize this? “Oh, I don’t love her, so I think I’ll sleep with all her best friends.” It’s not something that makes a particular amount of sense. And I’m still not totally sure what I did wrong.

A pen followed the book, landing with a small clink. This was all aftermath. I’d be calmer in a few minutes. I just had to “blow off steam” or whatever. There’s just a lot more steam than I’m used to. Two years worth of steam. This was a long way coming, actually. I hadn’t gotten mad at her once. She started every one of our fights. For two years, I never complained. Not once.

Well now I was pissed. More than pissed. I was furious. And on top of that, there was a whole horde of emotions. I was hurt, I was upset, I was insulted, and, worst of all, I was feeling like I needed to hurt someone else. Anyone, really.

I grabbed the picture and threw it across my room. No, not anyone, her.

Thanks. Too bad it wasn't going anywhere. I wish I knew what to do with it. Any ideas?

Agreed. 3nodding