So all day to day when I've seen the it I look at him with the most angry face. It kinda makes me happy cuz i know he's scared. Just looking at him makes me angry knowing what he has done to hurt me. Yeah I "hurt" him but honestly he doesn't understand what I'm going through half the time and he thinks I'm that I'm perfectly fine with the most perfect life and on top of that he acts like I don't suffer from depression and anxiety. He acts like I'm nothing half the time. Even we where talking he acted like that.
God I'm tired of this shit. Every day I think of this it pisses me off. He's a god damn dumbass.
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OverigThis is a story about me and me trying to figure out life. This is gonna be kinda like a diary/journal thing but with mostly the worst moments of my life.
