G̜̥̳͓͓͓͂ȍ̘̱ͣ̚d̗̀̔́͐̎̽ ̞̙͓̦͇͗ͨ̅i̤̖̝̟̪͋͋͋̈́̎̏ͩ͠ͅs͇̟̘̝̻̮̲̓̆̄ ͙̳̳͔͙̙ͯ̆̅͌̊ͅg͇̻̩̻̞ͪ͂͒̇͘o͔̫̯ͯ̔̐̆̊̚͝o̰̦̻͇̣͎͖͊d͙,̦̫̠͋̄ ̝̖̿̓̈͠G̞̭̖̎ͮ̊ͅo̹̗͈͙͎̞d̠͍̜̽ ͨ͛̔̋͐̚ǐ͚̼̩̻̑͞s̞͖̏̎̏̍ͅ ̶̥ͥ̿̅͒͛g̸͎̣̣͆r̮̼̙͓̓ͣͯ͘e͙̹̼͒ͣa͕̥̰͆͝t̞̼̠͔ͣ͛͗ͨ͌ͯ͛.͈̻
I should probably start with how much I love you, because I couldn’t ask for better friends if I tried.
As a human being, I was degraded, disrespected and assaulted but I am advised to brush it off and to refrain myself from airing my dirty laundry to the public.
He was my boyfriend. I didn’t know him though. I was suffering at that time. Sad, confused, zero self-esteem, rigid, rude, tired of life, blah blah; I was trying real hard to hold myself together.
Yes, I’m doing this because I don’t want to be president of the itty bitty titty committee anymore.
Listen. I just want to buy a bra without your pervy boyfriend creeping me out.
1. I enjoy watching Sunday Night Football rather than Keeping Up With the Kardashians.
Until it’s completely shattered.
I realized the other night, when we drank at the local bar and grille, you habitually drive drunk. Not buzzed, nor tipsy, but drunk.
I am never again going to let some mean boy make me feel like crap because he was “just teasing.”