I hate this feeling. I'm different from everybody else. Everyone else accepts it, they're open, they're understanding, they're not stuck up and they don't judge. But apparently I don't accept it, I'm closed minded, I don't understand, I'm high and mighty and I judge. I can't help it. How can I help having a strong opinion about something that ripped up my family, something that destroyed my hero, something so wasteful, so useless...

What I hate the most is the burden that my past experiences place on you. Why should you have to deal with someone so uptight, who can't possibly see the good in it when everybody else can, or at least tries to? Why should you have to walk on eggshells around this, worried that I might spin off or cry, why should you have to worry about appeasing me? You shouldn't. You should have your opinions, you should feel how you feel, and most importantly, you should do whatever you want.

But I can do what I want too.