Wish I knew how to explain how upset and betrayed I feel. How sick I feel. How angry I am.

I wish I could tell the people that made me feel this way how my knuckles hurt because I punched a wall. How I broke down and started bawling on my mother’s birthday.

But whatever. I really doubt that they’ll care. We’re not exactly a close family.

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Pagan. Writer. Owner of cats. View all posts by wewerethesame

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