"I didn't mean it like that! Fuck! I just... I know it aint a thing but whatever yer gonna do yer gonna fuckin' do it and there aint no stoppin ya! Just fuckin... why'd ya have to go and fuck me over?!" she bellowed, her whole body was shaking even with her fist stuck inside the wall.
"I aint no macho headcase! I'm just pissed the fuck off and maybe some of us aint got the patience to talk shit out or go to some fuckin' school counselor. Maybe that shit don't work on the likes of someone like me," she growled. Punching things really didn't solve her problems but it did make her feel better. It was one of the few things that really did. She knew it would only be a matter of time before the comparisons started though.
"Classy?! You wanna talk fuckin' classy teen mom?" she growled furiously. She had never wanted to be like Tatum's father or brother and it was shit like that which set her off. "This is fuckin'... fucked. It's fuckin fucked," she repeated herself, finally extracting her fist from the wall. "Y'all wanna go sulk? Fuckin' fine but you can't just blame this on me! I aint the one that got you the way you is," she said angrily.
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