Please wear a shirt or a jumper or SOMETHING!
Hyacinth Bucket (pronounced Bouquet)
You're not dear at all. Why? Well, you know why. I'm going to meet you soon but I really don't want to. Its like I can't run away from the fact that you control me and my life. When you kiss me on my forehead, I feel disgusted. I feel like getting rid of myself. I swear if I ever get the courage, I'd kill myself knowing that you're always be a part of it. I'd rather kill myself happily than having called your relative, your blood. This isn't only hate. This is my vulnerability too. The vulnerability of 10 years old BrokenLife who knew nothing but still tried to make you laugh thinking you were her protector. You never protected me from anything. Only cursed me. Remember that 10 years old BrokenLife who just wanted to sleep next to you because she was scared and had no mother? Remember that 12 years old BrokenLife who would come everyday from school to share her stupid stories with you but you'd say 'I don't have time'? Remember that 15 years BrokenLife who once defended you in front of bunch people but then do you also remember that 18 years old BrokenLife who you slapped in front of everyone? I could say much more but I don't think I can take it anymore. Seeing you again is the worse thing ever. I wish and pray and hope I get the courage to kill myself because I'm disgusted of myself. I'm disgusted to be called your beti. The woman inside me has realised that I'm more than just your property because you gave birth to me. So don't expect any love, respect and affection from me for that is all that you never gave me.
Unfortunately your beti
Can you stop stalking all of my social media accounts and continuously harassing me under a pseudonym? It's really creepy… and I know it's you.
Kindest regards, etc etc
when will you give in?!
i know youre lying...
You need to fight the sadness(possibly depression) and do the things you love, make you chance the best to get into RADA, and get over Alan Rickmans death please...don't mourn the dead, pity the living and above all pity those who live without love.
It still kills me that you would never tell me anything. You think I didn't care, or were you just testing my devotion. I suspected that deep down and thats why I behaved badly and got frustrated. Please will you tell me anything at all, I am so sorry. I can't lie I've seen pictures online and I am an idiot, and you are so beautiful, I think you are gorgeous, and your voice too. I know I would never have been bored and life would have been so stimulating with you. I just really want to interact or exchange words with you, I still have this need to resolve it, I can't really function right without communicating about it with you. Please don't shut me out from knowing or speaking to you on here at all. J to N