I'm a mix of several things but I am mostly Italian and Irish. Some people say that's what it is. My dad had a temper. Maybe that's the reason. It has been both a strength and a weakness. People don't fuck with me because I can cripple them in minutes. I have a short fuse. I'm not bragging because it is a lack of control. I recognize and appreciate the advantages of it, but there are also downfalls. I go right for the jugular. I say things I can't take back. I say things people don't forget. I hurt people. I hurt people that I love. It isolates me because when I'm hurt I'm hurtful so I never get to be the victim. I'm always the sorry one, trying to explain. It makes me hard to love. So here I am. I'm waiting to hear if I'm getting broken up with. Because if my temper. Because of my strongest weakness. And I'm not saying I don't deserve it, and I'm not saying my temper is okay because it is not. But it's as human as anything else, it's my fatal flaw. It's my "severe depression" because I can't always control it and sometimes it's just how I feel. I guess more than anything it's just hard to be so misunderstood and feel so alone. I was hurtful, and now in going to spend a long time hurting for it.
