You were so damn controlling. It wasn't in an obvious fashion... just in this ever-assuming way that made me believe that you were actually saving me from myself. You got to me and made me think that talking with people about my problems, and about things that mattered to me... you made me think that was a bad thing... but it was not.
Now I watch t.v.... watch people.... and apparently I'm pretty sucky at living in a situation where people are not controlling me. I just don't seem to function the way I want to. Like I'm so scarred sometimes, that I can't even tell what is normal.
I hate what you did to me.