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Anyone who knows me knows that I’m one to hold a grudge. I’m one to ride shit out til the wheels fall off. Well, it’s not healthy. I hate it. I try to let things go and on the surface, I look fine. I act like everything’s okay. But once a MINOR MINOR MINOR things remind me of what I pretended to be okay with, all hell breaks loose.

Just because I have a history of holding grudges and getting mad about stupid shit, it doesn’t mean that whenever I’m mad, it’s stupid. There are perfectly legitimate reasons to some of my anger, so don’t think “Oh, she’s mad …. again. Same shit. Over nothing.”

Clearly something’s bothering me enough to make me this mad. Don’t dismiss it just because it’s old news. You gotta see where I’m coming from.