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he is only 11 and i’m 19, but he is so hard headed and tries to twist my words, bring up the past, and argue everything i say. sometimes i think it would just be easier to ignore him those times and admire him (and show it) the rest of the times.

i wasn’t angry in the way that i yelled at passerby’s on the street, or killed prostitutes during the lonely nights. i was angry with myself, i wasn’t happy, i was angry at the world until i realized a few things. The world does not revolve around me, thus everything is not a conspiracy against me, i can’t change people only myself. the world isn’t some horrible place bent on my inner destruction. nor is my life so hell-ish and unlivable. I have great friends, the relationship with my mother is progressing after a lot of work and inner growth, and i am able to make it mentally and emotionally on my own with just a few friends if nothing comes from my relationship. i know it because i have lived it. being angry is not worth it, life is the longest thing a person can do, why spent it being angry?

i dropped my speech class this semester. i went for a while and figured..forget this! i’m so not on the right road with this