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I’m angry.
You might be asking what about?
Well I can tell you,
I’m angry that mister stark has been ignoring me for the past two months.
I’m angry that whatever god or thing, that made me gave me this awful girlish body.
Im angry at Ned for not noticing how bad I’ve been getting.
I’m angry at mj for not checking in on me.
I’m angry at my aunt may for not noticing what was happening with skip.
I’m angry at my uncle Ben for trying to save that kid and getting shot.
And most importantly I’m angry at myself.
I’m angry that I didn’t reach out until it was too late, I’m angry that I’m leaving all the innocent people of New York defenseless because i couldn’t handle it anymore.
Yet that all hardly mattered as the cold water filled my lungs, the cold December water was already starting to shut down my body.
But hey, at least i won’t be angry anymore.