<span style="color: purple">"sometimes i think its too late... i hurt too much and dont know how to change... how to get used to people... or how to forgive anyone but i dont want to hurt people and i keep doing it. no, he cares about me, i know he does but he is worse at it then i am and i dont want to be like him!"</span>she shuddered hard and curled up.<span style="color: purple"> "but i do hate them... all i can see is how they throw everything i ever wanted away time and time again and it makes me sick and i want to hurt them... i have to stop myself all the time because i want to throttle them for it... even my own family i want to throttle because they hurt eachother over and over and over again... i dont know how to let it go, its all i am! all i have is this pain and anger!"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: red">"look closer, the crowds are usually going someplace, not wandering around confused and afraid and if i go out there and get recognized i wont get anything done."</span>she smirked a little and shook her head.<span style="color: red">"what else do you want to discuss?" </span>she smirked and shook her head.<span style="color: red">"so you say but you are jumping at the chance to get laid, your just delaying it a bit."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>