dear me,
you were born on a whim. your life structure was bent out of shape and by the fifth grade you learned where babies came from the hard way. for seven years you loved a heartthrob who found out and toyed with you all throughout the 7th grade.
you love others so you don't have to love yourself. you feel people staring at you at all times of the day. nobody believes you when you say it hurts to eat and you can't sleep and you hear voices and pain is your only real friend.
you have lied, and you have broken everything. i cannot offer you any sympathy because you have broken me too.
if not the most.
i know i cannot blame it all on you. your father and his actions are unexcusable.
but you are still at fault.
the truth about you, my dearest self, is that you are stupid. you are blind and romantic and sad and hopelessly stupid. you believe most things that people tell you because you want them to talk to you. you are desperate.
to me, you are like a dog living only to serve its master.
..pathetic.
Author Notes: sooooo yeah. more or no? :p
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