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why do i let her do this to me. littles chamged, except now its less physical and more emotional. i hate her. (no im not talking about mom, greg, just so u know) hes no better the lyin piece o'. im not sure yet. one day im gonna get pushed over the edge and start yelling. im so close now and im not sure whats holding me back, its like a wound with a scab, festering there then something hits it just a bit to far and off goes the scab and now the fun stuff. yeah, im not sure whats going on. i need sleep, but there is too much pain. my brain is full of the same crap ive been mad at for a year. and if u know what im talking about im proud of u.