Clash of the Titans; Reality vs Daydreams
The more I go to the places I wasn’t allowed to go and do the things I wasn’t allowed to do I realize she had no reason to fear them. She wanted me to stay sober because she had it lodged in her head that it was what I wanted for myself and she was afraid of letting me become my father. I think a small part of her was afraid of what I would do with freedom. I am so outgoing with people I know, but so painfully socially awkward with people I’ve met before, and incapable of introducing myself to people I don’t know. I’m angry as fuck to. I left my sweatshirt by the monitors at the bar tonight and when I went to grab it so we could leave it was gone. I automatically assumed it had been stolen and got pissed. I went directly to ready to fight in my head. Why do I react to everything with violence as a default? I’m not even that violent of a person.
What the fuck do I have to prove to the world?
