You haven’t healed, I can tell from how cruel you are.
Rule # 12: Only three types of people tell the truth: kids, drunk people, and anyone who is pissed the fuck off.
My heart is racing, i’m internally panicking, I keep thinking about what she said, how condescending, how it should not be a big deal, but how it feels like one, and how i feel so unbelievably angry. I keep jumping from wanting to sob hysterically, to being so viciously angry that i wish her nothing but pain. I don’t think I’m a good person to be alive, I don’t think I should be here anymore. I don’t have an escape plan from this situation, and yet I’m miserable. guardian angel, someone rescue me please. I have a feeling the ending to this situation is coming soon, and it is unfortunately not going to be a clean ending. I’m going to say mean things, I’m going to yell, I’im going to ruin all chances of future occupations.