Some times when the memories get bad...
I wake up at night to shit I want to forget.
I was running from him...he trapped me in the bedroom. I was cornered. He picked up a fan and threw it through a plate glass window and he walked away.
Guess who fixed that window?
I was a mess when I went to Home Depo. I had no clue that I had a bruse on cheek. I forgot that he slammed my face in the wall. I fixed that hole as well.
I guess my point is I'm tired of people juging me.
Come talk to me when some one has tried to kill you...then we can have a conversation.
If one more person tells me to get over it I might lose my mind.
I was running from him...he trapped me in the bedroom. I was cornered. He picked up a fan and threw it through a plate glass window and he walked away.
Guess who fixed that window?
I was a mess when I went to Home Depo. I had no clue that I had a bruse on cheek. I forgot that he slammed my face in the wall. I fixed that hole as well.
I guess my point is I'm tired of people juging me.
Come talk to me when some one has tried to kill you...then we can have a conversation.
If one more person tells me to get over it I might lose my mind.
posted by iamfallingfromgrace at 4:51 AM
2 Comments:
I'm sorry, that sounds horrible... i don't understand why some one would tell you to get over something like that... email me if you ever want to talk about it, i know i'm a stranger, but i can make people feel better!
-Libby :)
I'm sorry, that sounds horrible... i don't understand why some one would tell you to get over something like that... email me if you ever want to talk about it, i know i'm a stranger, but i can make people feel better!
-Libby :)
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