safe. that word is so very important to me. but i don't think i have ever felt it. i try and think back over my life and remember just one day or even one moment that i felt it. i can't think of any. no wonder im so screwed up.
i hate my dad for not protecting me
i hate that boy for taking the innocence of a little girl.
i hate every fucking guy who make me believe that all im good for is sex
i hate every guy who hurt me and took something i didn't want to give.
i hate & hate & hate
and im so tired
4:10 a.m. - September 6, 2007
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