I quit.

I quit. Now, I'm not generally a quitter by any means, but today, well last night anyway, I quit. 

I quit being someone who apologizes for being myself. I quit being the person who allows people to walk up and down her spine (and not for therapeutic reasons). I quit being the one who always does the dishes, who always cleans the house, who always tidies and maintains when I don't mess up nearly as much as other people. I quit silencing myself for the sake of others, when they simply will not do the same for me. I quit. 

I quit saying I'm sorry at all, I'm not. I quit living by someone elses rules. I quit meeting people on their side of the line, because they don't know how to compromise. I quit pretending to be something I'm not, to like something I don't, to make someone else happy. I quit laughing at stupid jokes and pretending I'm not offended. I quit grinning through my teeth when I'm screaming inside. I quit.

I've always played by the rules and I can't really say I've enjoyed it. I've always been the one people can depend on, without depending on anyone. I've always fixed my problems, managed my life, and done things someone elses way, and as of now - I quit.