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July 17 - August 2, 2023
One day I finally got fed up and said, You love Bridger more than me. I wanted her to tell me that she loved us both the same, but she didn’t say anything. She didn't tell me I was wrong. She didn’t say that she loved me. And I guess I already knew that she didn’t love me, otherwise I wouldn’t have said that in the first place, but it still was shocking to actually witness her basically admit to it. In my mind, I could hear her saying, I hate you, Bellany, and wish you had never been born.
I always take what I want, because it’s what I deserve. Survival of the fittest. The strong end up on top. That’s just the way it is in life. Some are winners and some are losers. I am a winner.
I chose my new name, Charity, because I thought it had a nice ring to it, and because of its meaning. People should associate me as being kind, giving, loving to all. . . . Dang, I chuckle to myself. If the people around here only knew who I really am, what I’ve done and why I changed my name, they’d probably turn tail and run. And I wouldn’t blame them. They should be afraid of me.
People say money can’t buy happiness, but it can sure make up for a whole lot of crap life throws at you.
When faced with the prospect of death, it’s amazing how perspective shifts and clears away clouded vision.
Sometimes shared traumatic experiences can bind people together, and sometimes they can tear them apart. For me and Roy, I feel like we’ve definitely grown closer. Our emotional wounds are still healing, but as a result, we’re both going to be left with matching scars engraved on our souls forever. I don’t think we’re any weaker from the experiences we’ve gone through. I believe we are, and can still become stronger, closer, happier, and more in love.