| Stephaney ( @ 2008-04-25 00:33:00 |
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Good at only one thing.
RANT ON:
What the fuck was I suppose to do?? I'm not ready for that shit. I'm not ready to do that again - I've got some respect for myself, thanks. I did a lot of shit I'm not proud of, shit he doesnt know about yet - that this journal doesnt even know about yet - because I'm too chicken shit to tell anyone. Because I'm too ashamed. No one knows about it. Only Mom. And if I could turn back time I never would have told her for the shame I have of it. Not that she has ever rubbed it in my face, she's been fantastic about it, but its all in my head. But I dont want to do that here. I dont want it to feel like all those times.
But apparently I did the wrong thing because two minutes later he's up and away. Why cant I stop cringing at the touch?? Why cant I have my old body and confidence back?? Dont I fucking deserve to have that??
Fuck.
RANT OFF.