All the anger combined.

Maybe I'm just not made to forgive him the way my parents did.
Maybe I'm just not the person who forgives way easily.
Maybe being cold hearted is the only way for me to tolerate his sick behavior.
Or maybe I'm just not ready to forgive yet.

All the pent up anger and disappointment throughout the years are not easily to let go.
Holding on to those emotions felt easier that trying to fake a smile whenever I see him.

Maybe I'm just so damn lucky I wasn't him in the first place.



Enjoy your coffee.xoxo

Mood: Angered
Currently listening to: Garbage - I'm only happy when it rains