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[Tuesday
December 22nd, 2009 at 6:34am] |
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Dear you,
Wow...you make an entry while you're drunk about cutting yourself then commit the act and when one friend shows concern, you apologize but when I show concern and tell you cutting isn't poetic, you bite my head off.
Way to go you. Hope you enjoy drinking your life away and treating your friends like shit.
No love and no respect, Me
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[Sunday
December 13th, 2009 at 12:17am] |
Dear you, you and you.
Stop having those ready-made ideas about me.
"She would never go with Daddy on his scooter !" Well seems I did, and I survived, even though I wasn't very fierce at the beginning.
"She will never apply for her driving license !" Well yes I did. Just needed time for it.
"You would never dye your hair !" Well maybe I will, when I want to ! I even know what colour.
"You will never go and see a shrink even though you need to !" I will. When I'm ready. I did it last year. I waited till I felt I was ready, then I went. And then I got better. And then that thing in June happened, but for now I feel better on my own.
You don't understand. You don't seem to. You all have those ideas about what I will and what I will not do, and then you are so surprised when I don't do what you expected me to. I can be whoever I want to be, and I will still be me.
So yes, for now I'm the girl who lost her mummy six months ago and is recovering from it - painfully, angrily, very slowly, but recovering. But I know I will get through this, with or without help. And this does not mean that I will stop living - I haven't, in case you haven't noticed.
Because at the same time I'm still the 19-year-old girl trying to enjoy her studies and planning her future.
With love,
Me.
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