F*#k.
F*#k!







I want to be loved too!
I know I'm hard to love but that doesn't f*#king mean I don't want it!
I want to be hugged and held and cuddled and all that other sappy-@$$ bullsh*t too!
I know how weak I really am inside!
I'm not made of f*#king stone!




I want to be cared about.
I want to be wanted.
I want to have someone that's there for me.
I want to be taken out to dinner and sh*t.
I want to experience all that cheesy romantic bullsh*t. (Well, not too much of it).




F*#k!
This is bullsh*t!
F*#k it!
I'd rather be angry!
I know anger.
I live on anger.
I can deal with anger.
And anger can swallow just about any emotion.
It's so easy to turn almost any emotion into anger.
Almost.
F*#k this sh*t! I hate it! F*#k it! F*#k it! F*#k it!

I wish I could f*#king punch this f*#king wall. If I didn't give a sh*t about the consequences I would in a f*#king heartbeat.


F*#k all this bullsh*t. I don't need anyone, and I don't need anything. I don't need any of this sappy-@$$ bullsh*t. I was fine without it before, I'm fine without it now, and I'll always be fine without it. F*#k it.

(Ah, it's like welcoming a good friend, feeling anger ignite inside).


There, Rain. I "opened up". Let me back in now.
-KAT