Sunday, February 27, 2011

I just left this in a popular girls askbox. She said she's all ears, so I'm using it.

I think I would, in comparison to mine.
I kind of want to get it off my chest anyways, could you not post this, just make a post letting me know you got it? Only if you want!

..So I'm starting to think now that BOTH my parents molested me, seeing as the stories I've been writing lately and the nightmares I've been having are based on that. And it's not like..anyone else, it's just my parents. In one way or another, it's one of them. My dad scared me, he yells at me a lot when he sees me. My parents are divorced, which is good but not so much for my mom.
See, when I get bored or frustrated, I'll have an impulse to kill people. If my dad lived here, he would be dead and my mom would be in less danger. I love my mom, just..when she yells at me, it hurts. I dont care when my friends call me a whore, but when it's your own mom..jeez.
She wants to lock me up too. In a mental instituion. Hah, all of my friends said that they were gonna break me out. Right.

Then theres my "Brother".

Okay, so a long time ago there was this girl who I hated -we'll call her Misa- and she made me feel ugly and insecure about myself all the time and I just HATED IT. SO she had a friend that she like..rarely talked to, he was a year ahead of us and his name was L. L and I became close friends and yeah, you can guess what happened next. I loved him. He made me feel pretty again and I just wanted to love him and him to love me. And then, he tells me. "BB, I'm madly, deeply, crazily in love with Misa."
Then I go "Alright, tell me about her."

Those conversations went on for days, just about her and about how much he loves her and everything and I was there for him every step of the way. I found out that Misa liked him back, so I told him. I gave him the courage to go up to her and ask her out (they had become good friends by this time) and she accepted. They're dating now.

L gets abused, I'm there for him through that as well.

So the heartshattering on top of possibly being molested by my parents, getting things thrown at me, getting thrown into things, it's just..

Thank you for giving me your askbox to ramble in.

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