September 18th, 2011 at 10:13pm
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hey kess.September 15th, 2011 at 02:43pm
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-smiles shyly-September 15th, 2011 at 12:33am
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-hesitates, before stepping closer to you-September 15th, 2011 at 12:29am
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-lowers my shirt sleeves, covering the scars-
S-sorry.September 15th, 2011 at 12:26am -
-blushes, suddenly looking back down-September 15th, 2011 at 12:19am
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-watches you, nibbling on my lip-September 15th, 2011 at 12:16am
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-follows you slowly, looking down at my feet-September 15th, 2011 at 12:11am
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-looks up, blushing a deeper red-
I..I get nervous..September 15th, 2011 at 12:09am -
-blushes, looking down at my feet-September 15th, 2011 at 12:08am
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-nods, nibbling on my taco, shyly-September 15th, 2011 at 12:05am
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eating some food..you?September 15th, 2011 at 12:04am
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-brings my knees to my chest-September 15th, 2011 at 12:02am
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-shrugs, sighing-September 14th, 2011 at 11:59pm
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He didn't want me anymore, I suppose.September 14th, 2011 at 11:57pm
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-sighs, shaking my head-
I guess in some way it is my fault.September 14th, 2011 at 11:56pm -
-starts coughing, then bites my lip-
A long time ago, my Dad left me and my mum, not just left, she was away, and I was only 12. We were home together, watching some TV, then he said he had to go to the store. I nodded, thinking he'd come back...he never did. He lied to me, and just left. I was home alone, afraid of everything. After a week my mum came home, asking where my father was. I didn't know what I was supposed to say..but I had to tell her, so I did. She started bawling her eyes out, asking me what she did wrong. I told her nothing, that it wasn't either of us who made him leave.
She didn't believe me. About a month or two after my father's leaving, she started drinking, and all her anger was taken out on ME. A poor innocent little boy. She told me that it was my fault he left. And that I deserved to be murdered.
-wipes my eyes from the tears-
When I turned 13, I started cutting myself, it relieved me, the pain would go away for a while, and when it came back, I'd cut again. I tried killing myself 3 times, trying to give my Mum what she wanted. But I couldn't. I was to afraid.
-looks down, sighing shakily-
My mum still does it, today. She still blames me.September 14th, 2011 at 11:54pm -
There's a reason behind why I don't talk, though.
-sighs softly-September 14th, 2011 at 11:46pm -
-looks down at my fingers, shrugging-September 14th, 2011 at 11:44pm
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The reason why I don't tell them, though, is because I'm afraid.September 14th, 2011 at 11:44pm
how are you?