☆OhLook,It'sTonia☆™

You thought I stole a letter from the mail pile. A letter that was addressed to me, so technically it isn’t even stealing.

I told you I didn’t take it.

You don’t believe me, so you rifle through my things and then go on a loud tirade about what a bitch I am, once a liar, always a liar, how I can go live with my boyfriend because I’m not going to be welcome here anymore, blah blah blah.

Then, maybe because you close your mouth long enough to actually look, you find the letter. Outside. Nowhere near where I have been for the night.

But instead of saying “Oh my bad” or something remotely along those lines, you throw the letter at my keyboard and stand waiting for some sort of desired reaction. And when my reaction is a watered down version of the hostility that you threw at me for something I didn’t even do, you get upset.

Whatever. I’m done trying to please people and soon I’ll learn to stop caring what they think of me.