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Vent (angst?)

You could've just said no.

You could've just said no and let it go.

I would have just accepted it and left it alone.

But no, you went on and on about how it was wrong.

And how I was insensitive, how stuck up, how assuming I was.

How I was a brat, a brat who thought she could have everything in the world.

And my chest hurts.

I'm such a crybaby.

Gosh, why can't I have a normal life?

One that doesn't include a lot of breakdowns, tears and sadness.

One that doesn't include anxiety and depression.

Or whatever this is that I am feeling.

Maybe this is just a phase and I'll move on from this...thing.

Maybe I do have a normal life.

And I'm just not contented.

Maybe I am.

That's what they tell me.

And they keep repeating it over and over again.

But still, it doesn't stay in my head.

Maybe they really are trying and I just don't see it.

Maybe I should just believe them when they say I'm a overreacting.

I'm not writing this because I didn't get what I want.

I'm fine with that.

I'm writing this because I went back to square one.