Jamie,
I love you, I really do. With all my heart and soul.
But...
I fucking hate you.
I fucking hate every single inch of you. I hate your face, I hate your voice, I hate your eyes, I hate the way you hold her hand, I hate the way you look at her, I hate the way you think I LIKE here, but I'm really just getting on with hr for your sake.
I fucking hate you.
But everyday without you drives me mad and I desperately want you back.
I'm Not Afraidッ
Baby Lyssa
Rest In Peace
My Shooting Star
Pretty, pretty please,
Don't you ever, ever feel
That you're less than f*cking perfect.
Please text me. Please tell me you love me and that you care for me.
It would mean so much to me.
I feel like you forget about me, or block me out of your mind.
Do you think about me?
Do you know how much I love you and look up to you?
A nice message from you would make my day.
I hate feeling this lonely.
Heading up to four years free. I NEVER thought I'd be in this position - recovery IS possible and it is even better than you can imagine :)
In my anguish I cried to the Lord, and he answered by setting me free. Psalm 118:5
I got an interview.
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You were right.
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Look back on what you said to me, and then take a look at yourself.
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Why didn't you reply?
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All I needed was you.
"Be nice. Think happy thoughts. Champion silver linings. Love all things (not just cute things like babies and kittens) & when you do love - love like they do in power ballads (you know like on a cliff with the wind in your hair and your eyes shut, knowing you'll never know love like this). Watch out for dog poo. Smile at people - even grumpy ones. Remember anything is possible & whatever you do always try to look on the bright side."
Baby, i really wish you'd just quit your job and come home , im worried about were you having to go in eight months, i love you and i could never replace you so im really scared that something might happen to you. please just quit , ill do anything.
I really need to ask you four questions. I can't bring myself to ask you so I'll put them here. If you read it (which I think you do) and feel like answering, go ahead and e-mail me. I won't judge you for reading this.
1. You told two different stories. You said your self injury was a one off when you were like 23. You also said that you and your sister did it at the same time because you were going through things that children should not have to go through. Which one is true?
2. You said you told Ms. Taylor why we were at the cafe that one day and she told you it was cool for being a mentor. What did you tell her?
3. When you saw my cuts...which you saw a few times, did you ever want to ask? Did it ever bother you? Did it ever trigger you?
4. Do you think I'm a good person? I'm not asking for pity or sympathy reasons. I just want to know. I wonder sometimes and could use an objective standpoint.
Found that note she left me two years ago on my birthday in my hiding place, while I was looking for blades. Didn't help, really. Didn't find any blades, so I used the letter-opener instead. It's an amazing feeling, holding something big instead of a tiny blade. Forgot how that feels. Forgot how good cutting feels. Haven't felt better in ages, haven't smiled as much in days as I did when I finished. And I didn't even break my skin. Can't wait to get there, can't wait to feel better. Wondering, seriously, how I could go without this. Ignoring the voice in my head that says NO, ignoring the guilt. Don't need that. Need a coping mechanism now. Functioning properly now is most important.
You made me promise to tell you if you ever did anything to upset me.
Well guess what, bitch.
I'm not just upset, I fucking hate you right now. I couldn't even look at you.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
I can't believe you'd do this to me. To all of us. You stupid fucking cunt.
I hate you. But I love you. Do you know how you've broken all of us? Do you know what she's probably doing now? I hope you heard her sobs. I hope you heard and I hope you feel like complete fucking shit. You know what she's doing? She's puking and cutting her legs to shreds. Yeah. And this time it really IS your fault. You're a selfish fucking bitch. I hate you. I hate you. You're a toxic friend and I never should have told you, because otherwise this never would have happened. I don't even know how I'm going to face you when you get back. I can't talk to you anymore. She can't talk to you anymore. You've lost your friends. You've lost your friends for attention. Are you happy now?
While you're at it, go ahead. Take cocaine. See if I give a shit.
I feel weak, I can't do this. I can't bare it. I feel ill, unwell, sick. I can't deal.
I need a hug, an 'everything will be ok' but theres nowhere to turn.
Life can be beautiful if you let it.
Step back, breathe and take it in
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I've screwed up so much, I can't believe you could still love me after it all. I don't suppose you can help it since I'm your daughter, no one else would.
Always seem to get things just that little bit wrong.
"don't wish, don't start, wishing only wounds the heart"