I'm angry.
I'm mad.
I'm furious.
I'm angry that I'm not perfect.
I'm mad at him.
I'm furious at me.
I'm angry that even after everything I've been through, I still want him to be proud of me.
To love me.
To tell me I'm perfect in his eyes.
I'm mad because I know that'll never happen.
I'm furious with myself.
I'm an idiot.
I screwed up too many times.
It's my fault.
I'm angry that I can't just be happy.
Nothing seems to go my way.
I've lost my way.
I'm mad that I can't fit in.
I'm too different.
I'm furious with the world.
But mostly, I'm just angry with me.
