Its hard to fight the one person who just keeps coming back for more, that one person that never seems to understand the meaning of the word no, that one person who is stronger than we had all hoped. But what happens when that person is you, what happens when the person that keeps coming back to cause even more problems is the one person you cannot fight. I don’t know how I can stop all that happens beneath my skin, this person crawling around, I don’t know how to stop it from taking me over and making me become something that’s foreign to me. I feel myself slipping through the fingertips of change, and now, most of all, all I want is be myself. Because what you all see, is not what is real, its not me, its not the truth and its not right.

The hatred of those who are near to us is most violent.
                                                                                             - Tacitus