dear niall,
was it wrong to have a boyfriend who almost murdered me?
scratch that, almost murdered me five times.
but, i still liked him.
i thought it was normal.
i was treated like a freaking yellow starburst.
is it so hard to treat me like a pink one?
from,
diana.
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i chuckled quietly and gave the mailman my letter. he waved and smiled. i walked back into my house and thought about my statement:
was it so hard to be treated like a pink starburst?
