//i always thought you were cool//


i don't know how to be angry with you, but my pride demands i figure it out. it is so easy to make monster out of the people i have loved, to pick up a pen and write "THIS IS YOUR FAULT" until the page is full. it is easier to myself the monster, to snap and bite and run and hide. it is easy to bare my teeth. 

it is harder to be honest.

nobody here has claws or sharp teeth.