// Dearest//

“She’s like a child refusing to see the forest for the trees. She’ll bite the nose to spite the face, and fail to acknowledge any damage that she’s caused. Everyone’s a villain when she’s hurt, and she’ll set everything ablaze just to cut you down. She’s passive and kind most of the time, but when that anger strikes she can’t control herself. She’s shaking from the inside out and refuses to bide her time. There’s no future, no five minutes from now, that makes more sense than the urge to hurt and pillage. It’s fire and brimstone and ‘why do you hurt me like this’. All I wanted was my own, but in her eyes I don’t give enough to get enough. Hell hath no fury like an emotional invalid scorned. “