I need to get this out. Sorry for any mistakes, it was kind of rushed.

One of these days, it's just going to happen. I'm going to snap, scream at everyone. Tell them what I really think. Tell them how low they've made me feel. I'm going to let them know how far they've been pushing, how crazy I've gone. I'm going to tell everyone how ugly I think I am because of them. How I sometimes contemplate anorexia or bulimia. How I thought of smoking just so I could slowly kill myself. I'll tell them that while they thought they were being great to me, they were destroying me. I'll let them know just how sick of them I've gotten. All the tears I cried because I was too much of doormat to tell them off. How I hate being your daughter because you're too controlling and demanding. How I wish dad was still alive so I'd have one parent I felt was on "my side." How I hate being the ugly friend who shares everything with you while you take and take but never give. How I hate being in your shadow because you're prettier, and even though you're really a bitch, everyone likes you more. I'm sick of it. I really am.

And one day I'll just let it all out and leave all of you behind.

Or not. For now, I'll stay quiet and stomped on. Because, honestly, that's all I'm good at.