there must be a reason.
a normal person would give in to raw emotions.
the average girl would cry on a whim and react.
and any teenager would rather choose the selfish way out.
but I have to be the understanding one. the empathizer.
I don't understand.
I know myself. I know how I would normally react.
Yet somehow my rage is caged, allowing my mind to be open and my eyes to see.
I genuinely want her to be happy. I'm giving her space to figure things out.
But why is it even worth thinking about to her?
That's the part of me that is crying out, clutching the key to that cage eagerly.
I want to scream.
I want to cry my eyes out (in private).
I want, most of all, for her to see things the way I do.
It's so fucking hard, but I'm not running.
I'm supporting her despite the fact that I have the right to feel wronged.
Not up for discussion.
Just a vent.
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