I can't believe it.
It was the best day. The weather was awesome, not a cloud in the sky. All day I had been swimming with friends. This was the last day I would ever suspect to go wrong. It went wrong though, it went very wrong.
It wasn't me that said it! It was someone else, inside me. Someone filled with anger, hurt and hatred. I told the people that I love things that should never even be thought. When it was over I ran to my room and hid in my closet screaming at myself. What had I done . . . What did I just do to myself!?
It wasn't over yet, when I was cooled off I started thinking again. Sometimes thinking isn't good, it brought my hatred back. I marched downstairs and said things 10 times worse. Things so bad if someone said these to me I would cry for days. At first, I saw shock in their eyes, heartbreak, then anger.
I was supposed to go to the movies tonight, me and my best friend planned it for weeks and pre-bought tickets. I'll be in my room. No one did this to me, it was myself. My parents are not to blame, only myself. My summer will never go how it was supposed to, of course. All the fun activities me and my friends planned are no more. What I said in 15 minutes won't ever be forgotten among my family and myself.
I hurt them . . . and I hate myself for it.
