Dear Mama
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MatureOngoing6m
Last published Wed, Jul 8, 2020
Im Becky, you can call me Beck,Vic or even Dic~. Actually dont call me that ever ,anyways.
I'm normal a 21 year old women; well as normal a 21 year old can be.
People also call me "innocent" or "The bitch with a personality disorder". Yes, both may be true in some aspects but I'm a nice person ; well when I'm not having one of my episodes.
See I have this growing mind disorder or whatever. Ever since Mom died I'm a whole mess. It's so crazy how one can feel so guilty over someone's death. Yet it makes total sense by the way I lived as a child. To me my "Dear old Mom" was anything but dear.
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