• Archive for August 30th, 2011

    i’ll keep you my dirty little secret

    by  • August 30, 2011 • Confession • 0 Comments

    Guess what. it happened. we both know it did. i took your leads and i fell for you. i haven’t felt that way about anybody but you. i was willing to make an exception. i thought we were best friends and so much more. i never expected anything to ever happen but it was always

    I remembered.

    by  • August 30, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    I’ve written this letter so many times. I’ve written it so many times and in so many variations that I quite nearly don’t know where to start, which version of my pain I want to convey to you this time around. You said to me once that you didn’t know why I was hurt, that

    Victimized

    by  • August 30, 2011 • Abuse, Acceptance, Eff Off - You - or Up • 1 Comment

    The day you raped me I thought my life was over. It was like the organic parts that made me myself had just shut off. I was lost for over a year. Do you have any idea what it’s like to hide from your own mind? For your house to betray you as the scene

    You’re irreplaceable

    by  • August 30, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    Edward, That’s your middle name. I know you’ll never read this letter though. You’re much too logical to want to come onto a site like this. You’re probably far too busy getting ready for the first day of the last year of your college life. You’re probably already asleep in bed, snoring peacefully in your

    I was 11..

    by  • August 30, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Abuse • 0 Comments

    I was eleven years old. I still watched disney movies and imagined myself finding a prince and running away. I admired my older brothers and was just getting to the stage where I wondered ‘what do couples do behind closed doors?’ Eleven years old. Grade 6, a transition period in my life – new school,

    Mixed feelings never end. >:0

    by  • August 30, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Confusion • 0 Comments

    I don’t get how one second I can so strongly dislike you, so strongly think of you as an asshole, and the next I’m desperately wanting you to text me. It makes no sense to me. I mean c’mon, how dysfunctional. I’m not going to lie, it disgusts me the way you and your friends,