Iām still mad at you.
No really, Iām still mad at you.
I wish I wasnāt. I wish I could think about your name and not get that feeling in my gut. That feeling of fire burning so close to my heart I feel like Iām going to turn to ash. Because I have always been a person who forgives. I have always been the girl that gives a little bit too much grace for her own good. And for the longest time, I was okay with that.
And then, you were the one that I gave too much grace too. Now, I am left with no grace to give.
You took it all. You took the love and the hate and all of the pain. You made me less than a being. You made me a numb vessel who had to walk the earth figuring out what to do next.
So yeah, Iām still fucking mad at you. And I will continue to direct all of this anger towards you until it is gone.
I hope you get everything you have ever wanted, and never, EVER, do this to another soul on earth again.











