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December 6 - December 7, 2022
Like every woman before me, my soul was born fractured. But the cracks didn’t come from closed fists and wandering fingers. They were made from extreme pressure and took years to shape, like diamonds formed beneath the earth’s surface. They were forged by those who claimed to only want the best for me.
O god this is going to hurt
I can’t help the way my body developed over the summer, and I’m not sure why it makes Mamma so angry.
am i already crying?
I don’t respond to her. Anything that comes out of my mouth at this point will only get me into more trouble.
god this feels like growing up
me before unloading my seed so deep that only surgical efforts could remove my remnants.
what????
as if in understanding. My parents didn’t like me, growing up, but I always wanted to believe that Papà loved me in his own distant, abnormal way. That maybe he just didn’t know how to express it and didn’t know what to do with people who didn’t serve a direct purpose he could exploit. Mamma destroyed everyone she came into contact with, including him, and I’ve always held on to the shred of hope that Papà and I silently bonded over that. The stolen pats on the shoulder in passing and new leotards every time Mamma had “lost” one made me think he cared more than he could let on. Even if he
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especially when presenting myself on a silver platter for a man or woman’s pleasure—I’ve never had a preference, so long as he or she could make me forget real life for a bit.
a bi queen
Greed has always been the main driving force in my life. My singular motivation to get out of bed every day because anyone who says money doesn’t buy happiness is wrong.
great, they are both greedy, please dont procreate for the sake of not being the parents your parents were
“Ronnie let her up, so I figured it must have been okay with you.”
ronnie is an issue and has no loyalty
