You make me feel like such shit. I feel like I am worthless with you. Like I am just some fucking doll you can slap around and I'll just come running back anyways. You treat me like dirt. You say things to hurt me whenever I make you angry. You accuse me of things I didn't do you make me out to be this horrible person that treats you like shit and ( Read more... )

He won't lay a finger on you ( Read more... )

I don't know why all of a sudden I feel like writing in here. I haven't even been on this site in forever. It feels like this site is like another journal in my past life. I haven't written in here since I got out of rehab I believe. So much has happened. I'm not even going to get into the bullshit right now...I already have a headache from writing ( Read more... )

Dear book, this is another day in my life. A life is like a book. A book is like a box. A box has six sides. Inside and outside, so, how do you get to what's inside? How do you get what's inside, out? Once upon a time, there lived a very pretty girl, who lived in a beautiful box, and everybody loved her.