some kind of Greater Good.

Why is this so hard.

I want to be angry.
I want to rage.

I want to swear.

I want to cuss.

I want to cause pain.

I slam doors.

I do things with unecessary, spite-fueled vigour.

I drag my feet.

I scowl.

I question why.

I beg.

I negotiate.
I cry angry tears.

I swear anyway.

But not to your face.

Because I fear you.

Because I respect you.

Because I know that your intention for this restriction has a greater motive.

Because I LOVE YOU.

And I hate that.

I hate that I love love.

And because this is the reason you've denied me to go to That Event.

I...DO NOT LIKE IT ONE BIT.

But. 

Something will come out of this.
Something MUST.

For Him to know, and me to find out.

Now I only pray for understanding and forgiveness.

From ALL I've affected.

Grant me that much, please.

Shattered.

Shrunken.

Sorry.

Hear me now, Hear me out.

Miriam.