I'm mad, I'm sad and I'm really confused. I don't know why I'm always interpreted as being mean. I don't know why I even try to communicate with other human beings. I am so exhausted. I haven't felt this depressed since the last time I was engaged with my family-oh, surprise, surprise-guess what? I just got finished contacting a family member. Do you think there could be a connection?
Everything got misconstrued with me ending up being the bad guy, of course. Now, once again, I'm feeling a little um, suicidal? I'm okay, I'm not going to kill myself-this isn't a serious suicide contemplation but it has definitely entered my mind recently. As it always does whenever I'm anywhere near that damn family.
Don't they have anyone else they can cry "big bad wolf" to? Am I really that horrible? Am I so damn bad and awful? I've got to be. Why else would they keep telling me I am? I am trying so hard to lose any attitude I have but suddenly I'm realizing why I had it in the first place and this nasty ***** attitude is making a lot of sense to me again. Shall I embrace the inner ***** once more, should I shrink back into a corner and hide or should I "Forgive" like I've been trying to do? GRRRRRRRRRR-Forgive? Forgive myself for being so damn stupid is what I have to work on first.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR