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[Mar. 25th, 2008|10:06 pm] |
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I can only stay out for so long, and everytime I come back, he's looking at me. I ... I don't even want to write about it. I know that writing about things helps make them better, isn't that what I always tell Brian and Mum? But I don't want to write about this ... I don't even want to think about this. It's just awful. It really, really is.
... I should tell Mum. I should! She's believing a lie, right now. I should tell her, and I should try to make him go away before this gets worse, because it's going to get worse, I know it is. He can't stop there. He won't stop there, he just won't. Nobody stops halfway, ever.
I should tell Mum, or tell Brian, or tell someone, but there really isn't anyone I trust enough to tell. I do everything I can to be friendly to everyone, but I don't think anyone really wants to be friendly to me, or help me when I need it.
I need help. It's going to happen again, and I just know this time is going to be worse. |
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