Last night I got pretty upset. I’m sick of being treated poorly and nothing being done about it—not being allowed to do anything about it. Some people don’t see fault in their actions. They treat the people around them like trash and somehow think it’s okay. Last night I needed to take a breath before I made a scene, so I went outside and sat on the beach. The sky was crystal clear, the stars and moon were shining, and the waves came to shore in a soothing melody. It was perfect. It was also confusing. How could that be so perfect, yet if I were to turn around and go inside, I’d feel like falling apart again. Why does my world only feel somewhat put together when I’m with the stars?
I wonder if it becomes exhausting at a certain point…constantly having to put a different face on when others are around. I bet it comes to a point of forgetting who you really are, and being evil has just become the best option. I feel sorry for people like that.
As for the rest of us, having to deal with someone like that is something we can’t do anything about. We have to do our best to keep our heads on right. Developing a thick skin and understanding that we aren’t the problem—they are…that’s all we can do. We have to teach ourselves to stay as calm as we can, and pick our battles wisely. You’re going to lose your cool and act out, and even come to a point of not having a care in the world when it comes to how you feel about them. Everything they do and say will become annoying, and every time they try and get under your skin will piss you off more than it will hurt you. You aren’t doing anything wrong. They should understand that you can’t continue pushing someone closer to the edge without expecting them to eventually tip over.