SMD. Sometimes you remember why you do the things you do. Hatred. And pain. I guess it will never stop even though I’ll keep trying. There’s only been one person in the world who understood my mind. She and I are one in the same because we never needed reasons to feel how we did. And when clearer heads prevailed, all would be okay. She’s my best friend and my sister. And I haven’t seen her in two years. But I know that if we were to reach out to each other, words wouldn’t be necessary. See, people never let other people feel anymore. It’s all about control. Well you know what? Fuck control. I’m just going to live. So next time I don’t do something to your satisfaction? I don’t live to please you. Or anyone else for that matter. I’m sick of petty arguments. There’s no use when there’s no end game. It’s just life.