Writer in exile, day 6

This is what I didn’t want to happen. This anger, I din’t want it. I tried to bury it at 18 but it’s back. They are not going to like me angry. I don’t give a fuck anymore, maybe this is the change I need. Maybe this what this loneliness is really about. I’m so tired of disrespect. I’m so fucking tired. It’s done. I’m no longer nice.