This past summer...
Someone who I thought was a friend flipped on me and tried to kill me. I didn't do anything to deserve what I went through, but now I'm scarred for life. At times I catch myself day dreaming about that night unintentionally wishing I could delete it from my memory. Some days I'm ok, and most days I feel broken. I wonder what the message was behind that situation.
When he came at me with that knife and beat my butt and tried to stab me and told me "I have to kill you" I didn't run away for me. I ran, because I know that one day I'm going to have kids and if I'm not here they'll never be here. (If that makes any sense)
Last edited by Clover : 20-01-2017 at 03:05 PM.
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