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I wasn't trying to start a fight. I was just trying to be understood. My frustrations wasn't anger—it came from all times I felt unseen, unheard, and misunderstood. I was holding back tears, not throwing blame. I just wanted someone to understand me.
Maybe I said it wrong, or maybe I didn't say enough. But my heart was tired from carrying so much in silence. I wasn't asking for much—just for someone to listen, to understand me, to not walk away when I was at my most fragile.
But when it was finally my turn to choose myself, just once—I became the bad person. They blamed me. Like always. And just like that, it's always been my fault again.