I’m just so angry and I’m burying it. Sometimes it creeps up on me and I want to scream and be melodramatic. Put me face to face with the source(s) of my anger and I probably would. I can make a scene if necessary. I can be that girl. Trust me I have. Bertha in the attic, that’s me.
I want those clones to disappear from my world. To be forgotten and done with like a bad dream. Everyday that passes I wait and hope for it to happen. And I hope for none in their place.
Sadly, this is not how the story was supposed to go. Does it ever go the way it should? Always plan for the best, expect the worst. Keep your expectations low and you won’t be disappointed that I know.
Anger that bubbles to the surface is very bad. I once threatened to stab someone and myself because I couldn’t open a bag of frozen fries. If you are feeling the anger maybe the people creating it need to hear about it.. let them have it!
“Keep your expectations low and you won’t be disappointed that I know.”
Hmm, that sounds vaguely familiar.
My mother always reminded me before a birthday that if I had no expectatons then I wouldn’t be disappointed.
I have since realised that by having no expectations I am defeating my self worth and value. It’s ok to be disappointed, so long as we know who were really are. x