I'm done with you. I had every
right to cuss at you. You hit me for damn sake.
I'm done putting up with it. You hit me for no reason
again. I have so much hate towards you at this
point.
I'm done being the person you hit. I don't care one bit
if you think you have the right to. You have no right at all. You
may be an adult, but you have/had no right to hit me. I'm
glad that I said what I did to you. I'm not afraid of you
anymore. The next time you hit me will be the last time you get
to.
You don't know one thing
about my life. Nor, do you know anything about
me.
You think I find stuff to get mad/upset about?
Seriously, why would I want to look for
more stuff to be upset about. You don't know how I'm
feeling every day. I come to school every day
with a smile plastered on my face to hide how I'm really
feeling. I only show my true feelings
every so often, so you can't say that. You don't know why
I'm like that at all. You never have.
You can't sit there and say I'm upset/mad over nothing. I
have depression which does not help
when I have reasons to be upset/mad. I'm estatic to hear that
you run off telling people,
"I don't care why she's upset or the fact
that she is upset. I'm not wasting my time on
her."
I honestly thought you were my good friend. I was proven so
wrong. I thank you. I thank you for showing me that you are just
yet another actor in this world.