Confusion and Things
Sometimes wonder why I'm so different. Why I ask myself. Why is it at school I see people smile and laugh over things that aren't even funny? Why do I laugh along even though I don't understand what has been said?
"Hey y/n! Did you hear? Sofia and Emma were fighting in the hall!"
"Why?"
"Because Emma bumped into her- Oh Josh!.."
That doesn't even seem like a remotely good reason as to why you should hurt someone. I shouldn't be talking tho. Sometimes I get so angry and I want to hurt someone. I want them to feel my hurt and anger. I want them to feel how afraid I am. I've never actually hit someone but I've been close so many times. It's not even with a stranger, it's with my family. My brother. My Dad. I think if it ever happens I'll break. I haven't been caring about how my actions affect others lately. But I've also been an obedient little dog. It's kinda like if someone pushes the wrong button I'll snap but I haven't had my buttons pushed so I listen.
