For months now it feels like I have been walking around worth a grey cloud over head. I feel cursed. Bad luck is one thing, but this feels so much worse.
I will never understand what makes a person want to take instead of give. Perhaps that is because I’ve always been a giver and in all of my life takers have robbed me of nearly everything.
I can keep lying to myself and everyone around me when I say that this experience won’t change me. This time is different. This time I feel used. This time I am angry, I even fucking hate!
These unspoken words have turned my heart bitter. There are so many things that I should have said. Today I feel used, disgusted, but today I am moving on.