So, it's been one of those wild rides. [Life]
I say something I never believed, but it made sense for some reason, and for some time it ruined my life. It only ruined my life because it scarred the relationship I had between a very close friend that I call [and think of as] my sister.
I felt better knowing that she was there for me. I enjoyed talking to her every chance I got, about our boys.
But now, my boy is gone, she's moved on, she's living her life like I wish I could. [have my own place just to get away from my pesky brother]
I can't really hate someone, I don't even hate my ex. I never thought I could. I never wanted to. I couldn't hate anyone I care about, I couldn't even hate her. I can't. I won't. I don't. I never will.
When I tell someone that I love them, I mean it, and I'll mean it forever. I just wish everyone knew that.
I can get mad at someone. I can yell at someone. I can tell someone off. I can hit someone.
When I get mad it doesn't last long. When I yell at someone I usually wish I didn't. When I tell someone off, half the time I don't mean what I say. When I hit someone, I almost always regret it afterwards and feel bad. Usually.
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