Forever (j.b.)

Forever (j.b.)

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Soul mates. I used to believe in them. There are certain people that you'll meet in your life that just connect with you, more than anyone else, and you know that it isn't a typical thing, yet you understand each other perfectly. I think that this person won't always be your "soul mate". It could be a person that you connect with or even maybe someone you just met. The shameful truth; I'd fallen in love with a heartless bastard. I'd let him kiss me, lie to me, betray me. When he touched me in my dreams, all my strength crumbled, and I felt myself being tangled up in his net all over again. He still held my heart in his hand, and that was the biggest betrayal of all. All I wanted was someone to make me feel loved every second of every day not someone to just use me and make me hate myself more than words could ever explain. When I trusted someone again all they did was bring me down then right back up again. He's my drug, bad for my health but made my worries disappear. He is my drug and I have no desire to kick the habit.
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"Don't tell anybody about this." "If you just ignore it, it'll stop." "There's nothing I can do to help you." And so I did everything I was told. I shut up. I put on a brave face. I followed all the rules. But that was the past and it's not who I am anymore. I will be loud. I will be angry. I will tell the truth. Look what you've done. You gave me a story to tell. ----------------- Unfortunately, a true story. DISCLAIMER: This is my side of the story and, with the exception of a few voicemails/text messages/statements from friends, it all comes straight from my memory. As is the case with most PTSD brains, my memory isn't very good so I can't 100% confirm the accuracy of anything, but it is written almost exactly as I remember it. If anyone reading this happens to know something I don't, feel free to let me know. ----------------- Thank you for reading. ----------------- Dedicated to Sketch, and Toto, and Dr. Worm, and Mia, and anyone else (real or imaginary) that I loved, but they hated.

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