I’m angry, there i said it. Right now I’m so bloody angry about so many things. I’m angry at you for being in the accident, I’m angry at the driver of the car that hit you, I’m angry I’m being told I can’t mourn you and don’t count, and I’m angry at having to eat shit for loving you and being there for you when you said no-one else was. I think about everything I went through with you over twelve years, and what the fuck was it for ? Was it worth it ? Hiding parts of yourself, pretending to be someone else because you said they wouldn’t understand. That the life you were living wasn’t what you wanted anymore. Deep down you were so bothered by what other people thought of you. How sad that makes me , anyone who truly loved you would have understood . You told me when you were young you never felt loved , maybe part of that boy was still very much a part of you. I remember you ringing and texting me from Tramlines last year and you said “I don’t care about anything else , I just need to see you now” , that’s just how I feel now. Sometimes I’m angry that you duped me into being the other woman. I’m angry that I’m facing all this shit alone. Yet I still love you and I feel guilty for being pissed off at you, even now you pull the strings.

Love Always

Girl-Almighty