Killing me.

Pride

Are you proud? Do you see what you've done to me?
I hope you're proud. I hope you'll stay proud of yourself until you realize how fucked up you are. You made me believe I was so many horrible things.
I thought something was wrong with me. I was too young to understand, it was your fault. It has always been your fault.

You disgust me.

But don't worry, I'll tell you I love you. Even if I no longer mean what I say, I'll pretend like you do. And you know what? Maybe you were right. Maybe I am the worst granddaughter, maybe the way you treat me is what I deserve.
That's what you want me to believe, isn't it?
That's what you all want me to believe.

You're the reason I relapsed during Music Fest, you're the reason I relapsed in my own home.
You are the reason I wanted to die.

Because I believed you.
I believed I was all those horrible things you claimed I was, and why keep something as horrible as you saw me alive?
I know you weren't the only one who treated me like that, but you are where it all began.
The others at least do care a little, they treat me horribly, but I can tell they care about me. They only copied what you did, just like me, they believed I too was all these disgusting pitiful things.

You are just a lonely bitter old woman.
You are not my family.
You do not love me, you never did.
I hope you stay alone for the rest of your sad bitter life.