Re: Dirty Little Secrets. -
June 6th 2009, 08:36 PM
I pretend to be in the shower so I don't need to answer the phone.
I've never stopped loving you, it hurts to see you.
You hurt me immeasurably. When you did that, you destroyed me completely. You were the first and only boy I've ever cried over.
The only reason I didn't OD is because you would find me.
I've eaten so little that I've been bringing up stomach acid.
I feel sorry for you but at the same time I hate you for bringing me into it.
I dreamt you died and I felt nothing.
The thing I fear most is death but I'm obsessed with it.
I've become a hypochondriac because I have a deep desire to be rally ill and in hospital so that people would visit me and I'd know they care.But I'm terrified no one would visit.
I like you, but you're not him. No one ever will be.
I can't let anyone get close, I don't deserve to be happy, no one could ever really love me.
Have some composure, where is your posture? x
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