I made a mistake, I got overwhelmed with everything going on. Put my problems in my diary, it was a very good place for my unhinged thoughts. Someone I trusted opened it, opened the pages I insulted them in. They violated my privacy, was extremely rude to me and my other loved ones. Most of that diary is about those rude times she had that I had to endure. Now I’m painted as the villain, the hidden mafia, the two-sided one. But everyone who cares about their loved ones very deeply, never slips up, also has this moment where they can’t take it anymore. - BigSisterSyndrome
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