Skeleton,
Drama and dysfunctional families remind me of you. They make me want to feel your unhappiness. It's like if I knew you suffered like I did, if you for a second felt everything you put me through, it would be all better. But you can't understand it until it happens and it tears me up inside. What kind of sick world allows this sense of justice?
You know, sometimes I wonder if I'm making it out to be worse than it was. But it's the same thing with my parents - Brieche always wondered if I was exaggerating, until he had dinner with them. I know I remember you right. If I'm certain of anything, it's that this is pain, but I am not. I can accept that I hurt, but time heals, and you will go away. I need to believe that, I really do, but it's been four and a half months, and you're still there, like a tumor pushing on my brain and my thoughts and I can't make you go away...
Can you understand why I need so badly to know losing me meant something to you when losing you meant everything to me? And I don't even know why. You weren't anything special. You really weren't. I know that. But I guess that's what I get for getting addicted to you. ******** abusive relationships. I want to abuse you. Is that so much to ask? It should be my right. You should hurt, too... and I can guarantee you, as much as you think you hurt, as much as you think you understand, it's nothing compared to what you've done to me.
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Skeleton Diary
This is the residence of my thoughts, memories, and figurative as well as literal and dreams. Its primarily use is a catharsis for my latest abusive relationship known as the skeleton.
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