I went to bed

so mad at you last night. so mad at things you have done to me. I've forgiven, but certainly not forgotten. forgiveness is a gift, but my trust must be earned. i have always had more reasons to not trust you then too trust you, and that for once isn't my fault. you have done some really gross things, and i tried to forget. but it is so important for me not too so i can protect myself in the future. now i am remembering, because this will never happen again.