I stopped trusting a long time ago.
I mean how could you with a mentally deranged dad?
The only people you love dying left and right, by the time I was 12 I became a shell, of what I thought I was supposed to be for this world.
How was I supposed to be the girl I wanted when mama would drink and yell at me for eating to much when secretly I was starving myself. "too many carbs"
Any normal 13 doesn't yell at there mom because they want to kill themselves. Yet here I am. In the flesh and blood.
Beyond this I opened up too you, I tried. I could feel the connection between us. I let my guard down, we both know what you wanted. Sadly I gave it willing. I guess you can never fully trust anyone. Even yourself.
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