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This is my thoughts, my diary. All real stories. All and any names are made up, including my own. I know I'm fucked up. Don't be like me.

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Him.

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by Emeryblueia

                                    
                                              You're everything I wanted to be. A feminist, empowered woman. Somebody I had looked up to. Until he came.
                          Him.
                          Why did you let him into our house? Why do you think you can trust him? Why do you think I want him here? I hate him. 
I saw you, the other day. With him. Your strap was down, and he hastily pulled it back up.
How dare he. How dare you let him do that.
Why was your strap down, mom? Why was it down. Why was he touching your shoulder. He defiles you. He has sex with you. He's twelve fucking years older than you, he's practically an old man! He touches you. He touches you, and then you touch me. It makes me feel dirty knowing he touches you. When your strap was down, you were on the couch. The same couch where we cuddle and watch TV together.
Do you really think he's worthy of you?
We are Venus, Aphrodite. We are beautiful, yet you left this ugly creature onto our house. Why, mom?
I hate him. I want him gone. I want him and sister gone. Why can't it just be me, you, and my little brother? Why is he here? 

                          Get him away from us.