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When I was 5…
Oh my fucking god. I am CRYING. Oh hahahahahahahahhahaha.
holy fuck i did not expect that
Mighty right of you to just change your mind whenever the wind blows with no consideration toward the people you affect.
Screw you. I hate people like you; blatant disregard for your decisions and what they do to others. But that doesnt matter and you could never take this because that’d just be me ” criticizing” and God forbid YOU get criticized! “I am who i am, im sick of being criticized for it” is just a nice way of saying “i dont give a fuck if what i do effects you, i dont want to hear something i dont wanna hear”.
Then you go and constantly try and make me choose between her and you, when it doesnt even need to be that way. When the fuck did you become so fire and brimstone?
You’re a real fucking piece of work. I’m so sick of living here. What IM feeling doesnt matter, why? Because you own this house and you love throwing that in my face whenever you get the urge.
I hate saying this, but i think i finally fucking see what he did and why he did and what drove him there. You truly are toxic, and you hate anybody who tells you where its at. You hate the truth because you hate yourself.
Maybe I do too; I havent decided yet.
What I do know is that I wont go down that road, while it may lead to a healthier mental state; i know it leads down to a place where my family will exile and hate me for “what I did to you”. When the reality of the situation is what YOU did to ME. But that part would never be told.
So i’ll bare this. I’ll bare the tyrannical mental game you love to play, and I’ll find a way to go about this differently. Not because I want to, but because I should.
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