• sorry.

    by  • July 26, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Acceptance • 0 Comments


    I should have told someone about what you did to me but I didn’t. My parents tell me I’ve been that way since I was a kid. Never a loner, but at the same time I never trusted anyone. I never asked for help. It’s an unfortunate character trait.. I realize that now. I guess it’s not unfortunate for you. You want me to say I’ll never get over it but I will. You thrive on pain. You want to think I can’t close my eyes without seeing your face but I can. I can get over it and get over you and be happy. You’ll have to live with what you did for the rest of your life. Maybe it doesn’t bother you now, but someday when you’re old and grey and ALONE you’ll think. You’ll be terrified. You’ll realize that you’ve never ever been free because every word and thought and smile is fake. You’re disgusting.

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