(no subject)
Dear whoever,
You are a fucking bastard and I hate your guts. I wish you would realize what you've fucking done to me by fulfilling your own wants and by being the selfish pig you are. I don't know what's happened to you since the last fuck, but I hope you've felt ashamed of yourself. I hope you've gone through the suffering and pain of replaying that day over and over until you're a devastating wreck. It would only begin to do me justice.
For every injustice I've been delievered by your dirty hands, I had wished I had never lived. I was ashamed for the things you did to me. The thoughts of the things I'd gone through then and am still going through now eats away at my conciousness like a cancer.
The things you did to me followed me into my future, and I continued to abuse others the way you abused me. And it goes on and on and on. I know now how I must've hurt others, and how it started with you.
I had to grow up so quickly because of you. I lived my entire life by age fucking 10. I'm 14 now, and I don't really seem to be up to the task of living normally. They can fix me with pills and medicine and treatment. And someone to talk to.
But sometimes I think its more than that.
Regards,
Frances K. Calero
You are a fucking bastard and I hate your guts. I wish you would realize what you've fucking done to me by fulfilling your own wants and by being the selfish pig you are. I don't know what's happened to you since the last fuck, but I hope you've felt ashamed of yourself. I hope you've gone through the suffering and pain of replaying that day over and over until you're a devastating wreck. It would only begin to do me justice.
For every injustice I've been delievered by your dirty hands, I had wished I had never lived. I was ashamed for the things you did to me. The thoughts of the things I'd gone through then and am still going through now eats away at my conciousness like a cancer.
The things you did to me followed me into my future, and I continued to abuse others the way you abused me. And it goes on and on and on. I know now how I must've hurt others, and how it started with you.
I had to grow up so quickly because of you. I lived my entire life by age fucking 10. I'm 14 now, and I don't really seem to be up to the task of living normally. They can fix me with pills and medicine and treatment. And someone to talk to.
But sometimes I think its more than that.
Regards,
Frances K. Calero