when someone thinks theyre mad but havent met mia jones yet
' For a moment, something within me became unnaturally still.
I could feel something ancient and merciless stirring beneath the surface of myself, something feral and long-suppressed clawing its way through the fragile restraint I had spent years constructing. I wanted to laugh at the sheer absurdity of her words. I wanted to scream until she understood that she possessed no right to carve me into whatever cruel interpretation she had created in her own mind, but every possible response felt pitifully inadequate compared to the magnitude of what was consuming me.
I hated her then.
Not the childish, temporary hatred people so carelessly speak of when they are irritated. Something much more severe. Something vicious and unsettling in its intensity. My mind began desperately searching for some form of release, some method of shattering the confidence in her expression, of destroying the smug certainty that she had somehow won. I imagined countless ways to make her feel powerless, to force her to experience even a fraction of the helplessness I felt in that moment.
I did not want to explain myself. I did not want sympathy, forgiveness, or anyone’s pity. I wanted silence. I wanted the unbearable noise inside my own head to disappear. I wanted the world to stop pushing and pushing until I felt like I was perpetually standing at the edge of collapse. But I had never possessed the ability to translate the chaos within me into something comprehensible. I did not know how to confess that I was overwhelmed without feeling weak. I did not know how to admit that I was drowning beneath emotions I could not name. So my mind corrupted everything it could not understand. It transformed vulnerability into anger, fear into hatred, and every fragment of pain into an instinctive, desperate urge to destroy something before it had the chance to destroy me. '
ok i shrtened it bcs wattpad doesnt let me post the whole thing
