Funny

It's funny how angry I got at you when you told me not to cry. Even in my most desperate moments when all I needed was your love and support, you would some how turn it around and make yourself the victim of my emotions, or at least my expression of emotion (tears). I fought you every time. Told you to fuck yourself if you thought I should really never cry. I told you how my dad told me that when I was a little kid and how I never got over that. You knew. Your maternal supports growing up told you being strong meant not crying and well, I know that is bullshit.

OK, onto the funny part. Now that I have had to recover my heart from this tragedy that you have bestowed on me (or perhaps I did it to myself, I ignored all the warnings) I have no need to cry anymore. ESPECIALLY over you. You are a worthless, lying, insensitive piece of shit. I hope you are ready for the karmic explosion that will surely befall you someday. I eagerly await the show.