Afflicted
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How can you be so proud of
me one day, then the next you nearly kill me? On small
mistake, that's all it takes.
I was so happy yesterday. I thought that I was finally
meeting you expectations. That for once I was normal.
"I could get used to this." I thought to myself,
but who was I kidding. I'm just as f*cked up as I was
when I had ADHD and OCD. That's right, had,- I grew out
of it. I beat it. Nothing has changed except for the fact
that you expect more out of me.
I knew it wouldn't last, but I hoped that maybe,
I was done getting verbally and mentally abused.
Evindentally not. And now I don't know whether to stay
or stand up for myself. If I stay,
I don't know how many more of these nights i can take.
Maybe a million or maybe just one, but sooner or later
I'm going to break. The day will come when I have had
enough and it will not end with me just forgiving and
forgetting. No, I have done that far too many times. The
day I finally break down is the day your life will spieal
downward. I guarentee it.
If I stand up for myself it could - no wait, it will
turn out horribly.
I can't f*cking wait to get away from
you.
