If people don't like you because you're different they're not worth the time. You should move somewhere that's more accepting, if you're able to. *hugs Del*
Farewell the Ashtray Girl
July 12, 1987-April 30, 2010
*curls up in lap stilll holding teddy* * my dady* *hes gonna find me and hurt me again, Im scared plz dont let him come here* plz plz *cries into teddy* I didnt mean to build a fort without asking him, my momy will tell him I made the fort plzz dont let them see the fort* *holds onto teddy*
*rocks you and holds you extra safe* Shh, sweetheart. Daddy won't see our fort, and Mommy won't either. You won't get in trouble. How old are you baby?
Farewell the Ashtray Girl
July 12, 1987-April 30, 2010
sumtimes becuz, if I do things that are stupid, an no good,insted of doin school work* sumtimes I dont know my momy an dady dont like something and I wil do it not knowin it is bad. Like, make a fort or make a housey wif glue an sticks and my momy will tell me I made a mess, an dady wil come home *gets scared* *cries* *an he gets relly relly mad and hurt me* *he duzent stop for a long time*
*strokes yor hair gently* It's not fair for them to get mad at you for doing fun things like that. Here you're always allowed to play. *wipes your face* Daddy won't come home in here okay. Does Daddy hit you sweetheart? *snuggles close* And don't worry, he can't hear what you tell us.
Farewell the Ashtray Girl
July 12, 1987-April 30, 2010
*dady gets mad sumtimes, if he is drinkin or if I cry too mush , he jus hits me wif his hands, an it hurts a lot becuz sumtimes he hits me on da bed and the bed is bouncy and eech time he hits iz harder*
*an if he iz not drikin he has time to think about how to hurt me, he will use da belts dat are behind the door* *looks at the door* I tell him not too all teh time an he tell me he wudent haf to hit me if I waznt bad* even tho I say sory for bein bad*
*snuggles close* Aw, that must really hurt when he hits and belts you. Poor baby. That's not ok for daddy to hurt you like that, it's not allowed. *carries you to our door* See? No belts here. *locks the safe locks* Daddy can't get in and he can't hurt you. You're not a bad girl, and he's wrong saying you are. You're a good girl. *beeps your nose*
Farewell the Ashtray Girl
July 12, 1987-April 30, 2010
*feels safer dat there are no belts in tha doors*
*and dat dady isnt comin, an momy wont tell him nufin either*
*starts to feeel better* *giggles a litle :] *
*rubs eyes* nu I tired now, Im gonna go 2 sleep* Tank you for helping me feel safe :] *smiles becuz she knows dady is not coming and momy iz not tellin, *starts to fall asleep* tank u *gives u her favorite hair clip for prezent* *nite nite*