“That’s so messed up.”

“I know. It is messed up.”

Guess I’ve just learned to accept anything…no matter how messed up it may be. Nothing phases or surprises me anymore at this point. I can’t show my reaction or emotion to it unless I want to make everything 5000 times worse.

I really just can’t fathom how a person could be so hateful to the people they supposedly say they love and care about. Tears me apart inside…bad. It makes me sick…starting to affect me more than I want it to. I don’t know how much more I’ll be able to take. I say that a lot I feel like, but I really don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold myself up.