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More words were co, and I couldn’t stop them

“You decided you hated me the first day you met me Why? Because you don’t think I’m worthy? You don’t think I earned what I have?” My chest rose and fell fast, en to sustain the words spewing out of my mouth “Or is it because every time you look at me, it just reminds you that you’re not worthy either? None of you You’re not special You’re not better You’re spoiled little trust-fund babies who’ve never had to work for shit You have everything you could ever want, and the only thing you did to earn it was be fucking born!”

My voice shook

My whole body shook

My stoer, pain, and fear The rage inside ht, but it had died just as quickly, and now all I felt was sick

So, and as the echo of my words finally faded, a tense silence filled the yard

Now that my word vomit was out, real vomit rushed up to take its place, and I cla for the house I plowed into a group of sophoh the press of bodies until I found a hall leading to a bathroom

I slammed the door shut, threw myself down in front of the toilet, and hurled

My wet hair hung like a curtain around rabbed it up in a messy clump as the whiskey burned its way back up , but my body felt flushed and hot at the same ti ontoto the toilet bowl as if it were a life raft

What the hell did I just do?

I’d gotten into a screae party Called Finn a whore Called Mason a pussy Called them all spoiled trust-fund babies

In front of everyone

Jesus They’re going to fucking kill me

The door opened behind ie

But it was Mason