This has gone on for so long. I thought it was for two months, but apparently it was only one... This torture was minimal to other things I had gone through, but what made it so bad this time was that this was the last straw. I knew that I was going to do something stupid. Through out all of this I tried to warn people, but they didn't listen. I knew tonight I was about to do that stupid thing.
My boyfriend lay on the sofa upset over the drama as well as I was, but I sighed and got up trying to help him. As a girlfriend it was my duty to do so. However I was tired of it. He got to throw fits over this... but why couldn't I? My mom got to yell over how tiresome this drama was... but why couldn't I? My dad could go on saying how he was on his last leg after people hurt his child so much... but why couldn't I? Everyone was dragged into this, but it was mainly my problem. She hated me. She was targeting me. I was the one in the line of fire... yet I wasn't allowed to yell.
I tried talking
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