Tuesday, 21 April 2009

  • Last night someone let me rant for an hour. "I feel like it was all planned," I told him, tucked against him, "I mean, think about it, if you wanted to hurt me and have no reprucussions for it, what better way, right? I mean, who's going to take my side when I'm chewing him out about trying to be helpful?"

    Then I went home and blogged about it. And I know you saw that. You commented on it. But then you deleted it and I breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, I'm never going to know about it, I though, he's glad he had some warning.

    I don't have any strength left in my body, and my own father thinks I'm a petty idiot because you and your stupid friend "kept me from getting scratched up." I can't even breathe under the weight of the stupidity.

     

    If you don't respect me, I don't want you here.

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