14 November 2010 2

I'm the girl who handcuffs her heart to anyone that gives her attention.

I'm the girl who would rather be hurt than deal with not being loved.

I'm the girl who will let you walk all over her and still be happy in the end.

I'm the girl who will let you rape her, emotionally or physically, and keep coming back.

I'm the girl who would give her life for you.

I'm the girl you shattered and mended in the shape of what you wanted.

I'm the girl whose heart is always on the line.

I'm the girl who can't say no.

I'm the girl who needs to know what it's like to be truly loved.

I'm the girl who needs to know what it's like to be protected and cared after.

I'm the girl who needs you. Who needs her prince charming with the magic key that will keep her locked in your heart and safe form the outside world because it's better to be oblivious than unloved.

14 November 2010

you know what i've always wondered? how your "sex therapy" went. it's called teenage hormones. maybe if your family actually told you about shit in this world you wouldn't be so fucked up and wouldn't have to lie about other people to justify your own stupidity.

7 November 2010

Against my better judgment I looked you up on facebook. It's amazing to know that you got where you are by lying and throwing your one true friend under a bus. You didn't need "sex rehab" you needed self-esteem counseling and to get away from your family. Maybe instead of being a coward and lying to your sister to get her to dig you out of your hole, you should've come to me and talked to me about what I needed to change. But no, that would require you to have a spine, and that would require you to tell the truth. I wish your family did look up all of our conversations, just to see how much you do lie and how much of a horrible person you are. Everything's an act to you. You have to be the star of the play, no matter what the role.

I hope you have fun in Hell.