I told her again today. This time she just walked out of the room. Dang, way to be mature, don't you think? All sparked from yet another fight. Seems to be a daily thing. Now either I stop living with you now, or I stop later. Either way, it's going to happen. We don't like each other... at all. I don't know when that's going to get through your head. Or maybe it has, you just don't want to face it. Or you enjoy fighting. Well, let me tell you something, I don't. I hate fighting with you. I hate fighting period. I don't want to become you, so get someone else to fight with. Because I'm scared I am becoming you. And I hate myself for it. I'm being a b-word to people who definitely don't deserve it. I resent you so much for beginning to turn me into the thing I hate most in life. But I'm stopping it now. No more. I need to get out of this darn house.
Other than that, I'm happy(=
I'm staying positive. At least, I'm trying...
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