I'm sitting here in my room and I'm not sure if I feel more disgusted, violated, betrayed, stupid, or numb. Today is Thanksgiving, but I am not grateful for shit today. I'm replaying what happened last night leading up to what you guys did in my head. I keep trying to chronologically put the pieces … Continue reading 17 years
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15 Years
I'm so ready to be out of my parent's house. I am so tired of walking on egg shells around my dad. I can't stand it. One of the most frustrating things is the no boys rule. I've been the model student, a good daughter, and a good friend... why am I not allowed to … Continue reading 15 Years
We all have battle scars…
The hurt was all too real. Every battle. Every fight. Every cut. I felt it deep in my heart. That sinking feeling. That lump in my throat. The welled up tears in my eyes that I couldn't bear to shed. The loneliness. The isolation. The words that couldn't escape my mouth. The quiet screams. The … Continue reading We all have battle scars…
Battle Scars of a Lone Wolf 