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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
That was the sound of me screaming my frustration at Joe. This is one of those days when I freaking hate him.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
I want to cut. I want to hurt someone. I want to not hurt like this. I want to be able to say "It's over. Get your stuff out of my house."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Who saw that episode of the O.C. where Marissa's mom was trying to talk to her and Marissa started screaming and threw the lawn chair into the pool? Yeah. That's how I feel.
I hate feeling like this. I hate it. I hate it. I want to kill someone and at the same time I want to burst into tears and lock myself in my room so I can cry. I don't care if I AM being a drama queen.
Why would he call me while I'm asleep and tell my brother to call me back and then not answer his phone for two hours? Why would he say what he said to me when I didn't do anything? Why would he hurt me like that? What did I do?
I want to kill him for making me feel like this. Like it's my fault. I can't do anything right. I only make people hurt and angry. I'm just a problem for everyone. I know that. But why does he have to say it?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
I hate him. It's like he slapped me and I can still feel the sting. It hurts. I hurt. I have feelings too. You hurt me, Joe. I hate you.