The me I was about 18 years ago, the me I was before I met him, the me I was before he destroyed every ounce of confidence and self esteem I had, and beat me down until I no longer resembled that person. Then he moved on and left me broken and battered, and always blamed ME
Fail depressed depression suicidal suicide alone broken Scared fear self harm hopeless self hate cut ugly bullied confused cry tears insecure worthless i hate myself self destruction Afraid heart break failure overdose on my own no future i hate me no more emotion
I will not speak of who I am. I want to be happy and free, a woman with a man like Shep Huntleigh in one of my arms and a glass of the most expensive kind of liqueur in the other. Is that too much to ask? I should be a lady. I should be proper.