I knew you loved him more but what the fuck. Am I the first one you hurt or not? I'm your fucking grandchild. I believed you when you said you cared and loved me. What changed that day? Do you remember the tears that rolled down my face or me begging you to stop before your hand was on my neck? I was nine and you did that to me. You are fucked up. You are a sicko. How are you not guilty? Who the fuck does that? I was family. I wish I could forgive you. But you lied and you could have fucking killed me.
YOU ARE READING
dear diary,
Non-Fictionthis is my diary the book is what I write my shit in you get what I wrote and don't say shit about it that will hurt me
