The thing about writing is, that you are only able to do so when you're going through something. It's the despair written in words.
I am beyond furious that some people you meet throughout your life are nothing more than just manipulative assholes that use you as a tool to get what they want.
They talk you into things you wouldn't normally do but after hearing them speak about a particular matter over and over again you eventually give in. Because why not, right?
And I truly hate myself for being the person who gave in.
Never in my life will I ever give in again. EVER.
You are your own person and can make your own decisions without having to give away a part of your precious self because some dork thinks he has the power to control you. Wrong.
I always tried to please the other person without realizing that it's eating me up from the inside. In the back of my head I was always thinking about the other person I was associated with at the time and always had their interest in mind. The thing is, that the particular person had ill intentions in mind and while you're in the process of realizing what's happening at the very moment a sudden feeling of hate towards that individual slowly rises on the surface. And you know what? You can't do shit about it. All you can do is let your feelings out in whatever form you like. But you want to do so much more than that.