In this story, I am the bad one. Throughout my 29 years of life on this God forsaking earth I have grown up always being made to feel like the bad one. The bad apple. The jealous sister. The black sheep of the family. The physco ex. The controlling girlfriend. Maybe that is why true happiness eludes me. Maybe I am what they say I am. Maybe I am the villian to my own story. The cruella to my 101 dalmations...Oh how I truly loved that story growing up. Maybe I am as fucked up as they say I am.
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