How did it end?

I want to be mad at someone, pick a fight and shout at them.

But there is no one to blame.

No one did anything wrong.

She didn’t do anything wrong to hate her. She has always been wonderful, kind, amazing and so fucking good.

I can’t be mad at my parents too, what did they even do?

I can’t be angry at myself, I was doing the best I could always.

I can’t be mad at the world, they haven’t done anything but stand by me.

I can’t be mad at God because He is the only one who has been there with me throughout.

There is no one to be angry at.

My heart is lost in a maze, going crazy trying to find a way out of this constant ache.