I will not speak of who I am. I want to be happy and free, a woman with a man like Shep Huntleigh in one of my arms and a glass of the most expensive kind of liqueur in the other. Is that too much to ask? I should be a lady. I should be proper.
Fail depressed depression suicidal suicide alone broken Scared fear self harm hopeless self hate cut ugly bullied confused cry tears insecure worthless i hate myself self destruction Afraid heart break failure overdose on my own no future i hate me no more emotion
The me I was about 18 years ago, the me I was before I met him, the me I was before he destroyed every ounce of confidence and self esteem I had, and beat me down until I no longer resembled that person. Then he moved on and left me broken and battered, and always blamed ME