Idk what to call this
Uglybee
July 18th
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I'm angry for myself. I'm angry for the little girl in me who was hurt so badly. I'm angry for the trauma you caused me. I'm angry you never fixed me after breaking me. I'm angry I have to pick up the pieces, but I do it anyways and apologize to you for the mess. Why? Why do I care what people so hateful think of me? Maybe because you were supposed to be my family the people I should have been loved by. Maybe. I want to be angry enough to be done but, I don't have anymore room. I'm full.