I honestly believe that I've loosened my grip on bitterness. Right now, in this mood, I feel like being bitter is the solumn feeling of adulthood. Being bitter prevents everything from being a joke. Seriousness is grown.
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I thought I was loyal. Now, I'm seeing obligation as something that I oblige to. Is loyalty the same as obligation? I see no arguements against that reasoning.
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I never cried so much, in the morning-time, as I did on this Easter Sunday, at church. It wasn't because I was unbelievably grateful, it wasn't because I was moved. It was probably a combination of the hate I felt, along with the tension pressed upon me by the ones that usually matter most, along with the lack of acknowledgement I had recieved, along with the desperation of my near adventure, along with the pressure I feel from what feels like four walls, a ceiling, and floor closing in on me- which is really just people trying to see me or cancelling on me or the feelings these people have, towards me or with me, that I can't stop or control, or even help a little.
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