Mad. Mad is how you make me feel. You treat me like scum. I hate you. Leave me alone. Is it really necessary to belittle me? To make me hate my own body, mind, and existence? Well, newsflash you ignorant piece of shit, even if you consider me a sorry excuse for a human, I don't need you. I'm not giving you anymore power to make me feel inferior. So when I show up like a badass tomorrow, the day after that, and for years to come, I'm going to show you what you created. A better, superior, and stronger person.
Author's Note: I feel so much better about this chapter. Tell me what you think.
Mad
