Once again…

… I am the odd man out. I am the one that is considered a bitch for still holding a grudge. I am the one who has to accept, even though there was never really an apology. It is my fault something is stolen, because I didn’t lock my door. I am the one who has to shut themselves up while the other has free roam and acts like everything is back to normal. The cycle resets only to be repeated again. I just hope I don’t have to be here when it does.

I’m tired of it. I need to find a way out.