You do not have power over me. I don't recall a time ever giving permission to judge how I act. I know I'm not hurting anyone. I know what I'm doing. I know it's good for me. I don't need you to treat me like I'm your project. When I mind my business, manage your own. Do you think I care if I don't please you? Definitely not. The fact that you feel privileged to tell me when I should or shouldn't be doing something irks me. Your presence is nothing but a nuisance. I see your eyes so heavily fixated on trying to hypnotize me into bending to your will; the only thought that runs my mind is how much of an insane person you really are. Don't try to nitpick how I am when I can easily unravel what type of person you are. Don't dissect me, and when your entrails can be seen from a mile. Don't fix me when you got a few screws loose. What I'm trying to say is, don't control my life; control yours. We all just have one for a reason. 

I'm afraid I'm slowly turning into a  monster. I have so much anger inside me that sometimes It feels like It will just burst. It feels like unexploded ordnance, buried in all my overthinking and unpleasant interactions. It starts as frustration and stays that way until I eventually find myself pleading for a solution. When left with silence, my frustration morphs into a vicious flame of anger. I become very sensitive; agitated by everything. I put on a smile even though I'm screaming in my head. I've been thinking about what has been fueling these flames, and I realized that it's everything and everyone that's been abusing my kindness. What makes me the angriest are the hypocrites who say they care for me but harm me all the same. My soul is deteriorating, and this anger and agitation have been its way of self-preservation. For the past week, I've had to choose between being around people and being angry or avoiding people and feeling lonely. My brain prefe...

I don't know what bothers me more, rejection or the constant thought of "maybe...".