Panickattacks & flashbacks

by trudy   Jun 17, 2017


I can't type

Its hard

I don't want to write what happend
Cuz if I do
My head

I'm expiriencing flashbacks.
Flashbacks that is breaking me now in my bed.

You made me look like the manipulating one to your father and all along you knew what you were doing and you knew what you were doing to me. Especially very well. That scares me. You scare me.

You manipulate me. U make me suicidal.
I'm saying you stop. You cried brutally infront of your dad. You made me shut up but I wanted to tell him and just the truth. Immideatly stopped crying when we went outside? Manipulating me and treating me bad. Saying you don't want me to be suicidal but at the end really trying to make me depressed and so intentional. You heartless liar.

Making a scène so your dad will think I'm the manipulating one. You didn't think I would find out? All along it was you.

Your friends believe you cuz of your manipulative lying spirit that lives within you. You made them think I was crazy. You were the one killing me slowley. I was crazy for believing your lying ass. Crazy for staying with you till I was broke and weak. Crazy for allowing someone to treat me horriable like that.

If there's someone who is crazy? It should be you. But you are worse.

You are evil.
Demonic.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Kereen

    Wow... Speechless this left me