There's a version of me that comes out only when I'm mad... and honestly, she terrifies me. The moment anger hits, all my softness disappears. Suddenly I'm bold, I'm blunt, and I'm ready to cut people off like they were never in my story. No shaking, no second-guessing—just pure, dangerous clarity. Because when I'm mad, I don't just speak my mind... I speak every truth I kept tucked away out of kindness. And that's the part that ruins people. The scary part is, it might ruin me too, and even then, I still wouldn't blink.