I am trying to be happy and I pretend things do not bother me. Some days, they don't bother me at all. But it all builds up and weeks later, I begin to slip into this crying and anger.
There are so many things that I want to say to certain people. One thing I would like to say (at the top of my lungs) is, "YOU DON'T KNOW ME!" I am not the scared, anxiety-ridden little girl who used to blow up at people. I am a grown up who loves my kids and my profession. I love learning and writing and reading books. I get angry but I deal with my feelings by talking to others and asking questions. I control my emotions, not the other way around.
I want to tell you that you are the only one in the entire world that I honestly hate. I can't because I am afraid of you. You are a mean, terrible person who wants nothing but to see others suffer. I cannot comprehend how other people want to be around you, unless you have told them the twisted tales that you love to tell. Your lies and deceit spew out of you like the blood from the wounds you inflicted upon me.
I know I made mistakes and I have made up for the majority of them, or at least the ones I can still be in control of. I never once said I was a fuck up and I never once said I was perfect. I am perfect though, at being me and some people like that.
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