I just read this in my journal and it made me cry.

Its like I need someone’s permission to be happy…someone’s blessing of sorts. Its so weird. And it makes me angry. Why am I hinging my own happiness on others? Why can’t I make my own way, make my OWN happiness? Is it because I’m a kind person who puts others before myself in all things? Am I TOO caring? Why can’t I tell people to just f*ck off so I can f*cking LIVE, so I can f*cking BREATHE?!?!

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