• Haunted

    by  • April 5, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, Depression • 0 Comments

    Lover dearest,
    8 weeks today, 8 beautiful weeks with my best friend, my love. I’ve fallen hard for you, the perfect man. But as previous relationships of mine have shown it’s only time that I somehow manage to fuck it up. My past has come back to haunt me. I can’t sleep because I fear that I’ll have more nightmares. Flashbacks from my past of sexual, physical, emotional abuse, a miscarriage and suicide attempts. Why would you want to be with somebody like me? Somebody with a past like mine. Somebody with scars and fresh cuts all over her body? I want you to be happy and I wish I were able to make you happy but maybe I need to let you go. I’ve never been more conflicted in my life. No matter what I am still care about you and love you, my best friend. Forever and always.

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