| View Blog
|
|
|
|
So sad, so very very sad. My boyfriend's uncle is for sure going to pass away. He calls and tells me he is going to a bar with my stepdad. Yeah, okay I will stand here and let you use alcohol as a coping skill, no problem. Oh yeah, add on that fact that my step-dad is a mild alcoholic and my mother is a SEVERE alcoholic which lead to her abandoning me, that makes it so much easier.
I don't like it, but he doesn't understand. I don't want him to go, he says he needs to be by himself, you are going with my stepdad, I slam the door. I don't know what your problem is, SHUT UP I scream. At the top of my lungs. Grandmother rushes to get me a clonopin she sees the rage churning up inside me. I take it.
They try to call and text. Ricky, Jeff, Dusten. Fuck them all. All of them are like, it's okay, it's okay. This sets back major progress that my step-father and I have made. Infact, it destroys the progress. Annhialates it. I go in my room. I want to be left alone. I grab my beautiful pink scissors that have saved me from despair so many times, if he can use a shitty coping skill, I can. The sight of the blood gives me satisfaction and relief.
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
| Blog Comments
|
|
|
|
|
gives you satisfaction, relief and shame...
|
|
Posted by LadiLucifer
on 2007-11-20 10:07:44
|
|
|
|
|
|
| Views: 68
Email This to a Friend 
