Little Pieces of Me

I’m so scared of being the disappointment in life that it is hard for me to take risks. Sure everyone sees racing as a risk taker, but I don’t. I don’t trust myself because of my past. I I try so hard to move forward, but someday I realize that it is impossible. I see you around town and I flash back to when we were together. About how you stole my teenage years. About how you are STILL messing with my life. How could you do that to me? What did I EVER do to you? I gave you everything!

I want to prove to you that I am strong! I want to prove to you that you didn’t hurt me. That I don’t think about you.

But the truth is, is that you’re the one that I have night mares about sometimes. Your the one that terrifies me. Even after all this time, you still almost ruined one of the most important relationships in my life!

I have been terrified of you. Hated you. But now, I just feel bad for you.

I know that you will never be as happy as I am now. You will forever be alone and I really hope, and wish for that. Because no one ever deserves what you did to me, to happen to them.

You will never be out of my life, but I deserve to be happy with someone who loves me and treats me the way that every girl wants. To be treated like they are actually loved.

Heard a story about how a girl was dating the one guy that people in school would die to date. He went over to her and told her that she was special and she was the one he wanted. Things went great for a while, then the honey moon period was over.

He started to not care about her so it seemed. He would treat her like a princess out in public but once they were behind closed doors, it was a different world. He would say rude things to her. He would tell her that she was worth nothing. No one would ever want her, that she was lucky to have him. She was naive enough to believe him.

It came close to her birthday and things got even worse. He started to spend more time with his friends and less with her. He would call her names. She tried to stand up to him and ended up getting hurt. She hid the bruises under long sleeve shirts and never told a soul.

Her birthday past and her present from him was a good-bye. She found out that he cheated on her with a girl she thought was her friend.

The girl that was beat and broken felt alone and like no one would want to listen to her story. Then she realized that she had done nothing wrong. She finally told her friends about it this year. These events happened three years ago.

If people were to actually hear her story would they care? Do you care?

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