bamitsjae
I remember the day she fell off of the straw hay bales and how scared I was when she landed flat. Her hair was pulled back tightly and I could see her slack face; she was unmoving and I was scared she wasn't going to get up again. I had told her not to try to do it, and she did anyway, but there was no sense of I told you so; just the worry that I wouldn't ever be able to say "I told you so" in the future.
I'm mean. I'm a mean person. I get angry quickly and hold grudges; I'm rude when I'm upset and am unbearable to my parents. I don't intend to be mean, it's in instinctive reaction; I wish it wasn't but it's a part of me and I don't know how to get rid of it. If I could get help, I would.