Caricamento in corso...



You can never know who you are.
Just know that you aren’t alone.
I am sorry for telling you this way,
But I cannot tell you to your face.
I can’t handle with the guys in my life hurting me indirectly. I don’t know what to do, or who to talk to. I feel so sick to my stomach. They are hurting the girls in my life, that I love more than anything. I know that I can’t show bias to them because it is unfair. The pain my father has caused me, awakens from the depths of my heart. It tells me that they are no better than he is, and that they are going to hurt and leave me just as he has done. My mind knows it isn’t true but my heart screams at me.

I am so sorry, Brittany and Ayana. I wish that I could tell you how I feel. If I do, I don’t think either of you would understand. There is nothing you can do to help me anyway. I’m sorry.


I just need to vent out all of my feelings. I am so scared of what is going to happen. If I don't talk I may just explode. I need to just get away from everyone. Maybe I can sneak away and find closure that I crave.

Altre opere di Kay...