So, I know

that I can't hate you forever. But somehow I still try to. I suppose you never really did anything. Considering I'm mad about what someone else did, how someone else felt - yet I take it out on you. Punish you. For some reason. Recently I've thought a lot about telling you that I appologize for what I've done, that I've been acting irrationally for some time now. But somehow I can't bring myself to, and it's bothered me for a while now. I know you're never really going to be gone. At least not for a little while. And I don't know if you even should.

I wish I could just step outside myself for a little while. But I can't. And I can't change who I am, and what I've been through. Maybe I'm just scared, upset, worried, crazy, irrational. But either way, I'm me. And I guess this is just something I need to accept every once and a while.