pissed.

they sat back and asked why I was pissed and honestly, why wouldn't I be? I've been stabbed in the back repeatedly by everyone I've ever loved. I thought you were different you made me believe you were. and your family was. yet, here we are again. I'm hurt, and you get to just walk away. seemingly unfazed. I'm fucking mad because you hurt me and then you get to say, "we ended on a good note" because it was good enough for you.