Monday, November 7, 2011

Dysfunction

Fight. Punch. Jab. Hurtful words scar and bruise much worse than physical. Fighting with family is not easy in any way. I feel horrible afterwards and apologize even when I wasn't in the wrong. I always take the blame even though its not my fault. I'm the oldest so naturally let's yell at her because shes old enough. Thanks. Thanks for the memories, thanks for the depression, thanks for the many years in therapy. Because of all the stupid crap you do I feel bad. I feel like if I never existed then you wouldn't have the dysfunction. Thnks fr th mmrs.

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