You'd think, I aways have big paragraphs to write, big words to use, heart wrenching and soul crushing sentences I make up, lit metaphors to express what I feel. But this time, no. No, its just too much of a mess in my head to go poetic about my sadness. I'm too much of a mess to compare what I feel to any of the dark metaphors my brain could've made up. Disappointment I think is the biggest monster I can let thrive in my head. It all begins from there, right? The getting upset, the denial, the hurting, the anger, the acceptance, the utter sadness and then what's left, disappointment. Everything goes away, but the disappointment never does. It'll be there in the back of your head, after a day, six months, a lifetime. Constantly nagging you about that one thing or one person that could've been something great but ended up as a disappointment. Just like a hundred others. You give and you give and what do you get in return? Just disappointment. Maybe it was better when I wouldn't open up to people 'cause now that I have, it's just them reopening old scars. You let people in your head and in your heart, you give them control over yourself, whether delibrately or not. But I'm done with that. No more of that. I'm responsible for my own sadness and my own happiness. You don't have a say in it anymore. You had me good this time, but it was the last time. Never again. Ever. You thought I was a lamb? Weak, vulnerable, give in easily, someone ya'll can walk over? Butcher and enjoy? Honey, I've always been a wolf. A wounded one but still a wolf. I can tear shit up when I want to, I can fight my battles on my own. I am thunder, loud and crazy and able to give you chills, scare you away. This writeup probably doesn't even make sense for any of you, but it does pretty well for me. And that's all that matters now. Adios.
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