Wow, where the fuck do I start?

Umm, I’ll start here. People that know me know that I hate when people have something they should be telling me and they don’t tell me and I have to find out in a way that I shouldn’t have to. Really? I mean fucking really?? We’ve been friends.. for a while and you couldn’t be honest with me about this? FUCKING REALLY? Okay, it’s not exactly honest that I’m complaining about because since nothing was said, nothing is the truth and nothing is a lie. I’m mad because it just wasn’t fucking said. And know that I’ve had to find out in a way I’m not happy about, here’s an early apology because my anger might aim towards you instead of the motherfucker that deserves it. 

And excuses? I’m tired. That’s my fucking excuse. No one should need excuses, for anything. But since you can’t be upfront with me, I refuse to be upfront with you.

I am so fucking mad. Stop feeding me bullshit, and tell me the truth right when it needs to be said.

I really, really fucking hate to end it like this but right now I really, really fucking hate you.

I don’t recall ever being this mad. Have I been really mad before? Yes. This mad? No. I know there will be days when I’m more mad, but I’m not worried about those days right now. Now, right now, and maybe for the next few weeks or months, or whatever, people are going to see how fucking strong I can become.