I'm sorry. I know that I overreacted.
It's just that every time you think I am mad (and by you i mean plural you, like all you, vous, that sense, and I am in no way reffering to one single person), I'm never actually mad. I'm just laughing and starting a fuss because I find it FUNNY. For example, Joe, I didnt really care about the comment that you made about my shirt. At all. I just reacted because I thought it was funny.
And then there are times when it's late and I can't sleep and I'm sad and I read something that hits me too hard and gets me mad. Like when I was told that I was an easy target, I know that the person who said it didnt mean it, but here's the thing: I know that I am weak, and I wish that I wasn't. I wish that I could be happy about everything and that nothing would get to me but I can't. I can't be like that.