I will never, NEVER, show them the true anger and hatred I feel. I will never let those horrible rotten boys who insist on every waking moment throwing taunts like ‘dyke’ or ‘bitch’ at me see how they make me feel. I will hold my head up and tell them to fuck off. Never will I let them see the way I cry when I get home. The way I have to slam my fist into the doors and cabinets in order to keep myself from cutting.
I will always play the bitch who doesn’t care. I will not give them the satisfaction.
hi, how are you 12:39 pm on January 18, 2012 Permalink | Log in to Reply
It may be a source of strenght and comfort. But it might destroy you. I wish I could give you than words. You deserve much more.