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It was bound to happen sooner or later.
His words are ring in my ears from this morning. "Sarah, what the fuck is wrong with you. You're going to fucking talk to me." My reply stayed the same. "Nothing! I have nothing to say to you." But he was persistent, and i was stubborn. So I sat on the steps listening to the anger in his voice as he kept repeating, "Sarah whats wrong with you? You're going to talk to me!." The more he yelled the faster my tears fell. Still I said nothing. When it was over I walked up the steps holding the tears in, I didnt want the people up stairs to know that I could be broken. I sat of the roof for hours. I let the tears out, and waited for the wind to dry my face before I came back.
This isn't what I want.
-So im sorry if im distant with everyone. Don't take it offensively. I need to think about things. And I don't want any distraction.