Fuck this.

Wtf. You complain about not seeing me for two weeks and then it comes to a time when you can see me and you get me excited to see you. You just break it all down. I really thought you were coming. I knew it would be too good to be true. I guess I have to take this as the end? Fully over? My nightmare has come.

Hurry hurry.

You are staying tonight so we can sort everything out. I can't wait until you get here. I can't wait to feel your hugs and kisses again. I miss you!

You gave up.

You did it. You rung me an set up a fight. We broke up. You got me so fucking angry. You told me not to talk to ever again, because if I did you would want me back. I should of learnt from the last guy who said "I love you." That when you say "we will great friends. Best friends." when we break up, it's all shit. You stop talking to me. It's fucking bullshit. It's guys like you that makes me like I am today. So fucking insecure about myself. Thank you, really.

The truth, right now.

One day: I'm not allowed out of this house. I'm trapped. I feel forced. I feel sick. I'm not hungry. I miss my boyfriend. I'm not allowed my phone. I'm not allowed my laptop. I'm not sleeping. I'm drifted from my mum. Next day: I'm allowed out this weekend. I'm still trapped. I'm not hungry. I miss my boyfriend. I'm allowed my phone. I'm allowed my laptop. I'm not sleeping. I'm closer with my mum. Day after: I'm not allowed out. I'm not allowed my phone. Not allowed my laptop. Not friends with my mum.. MAKE YOUR FUCKING MIND UP. One day: I get depression. I get too skinny. I get no sleep. Mum comes home to a daughter hanging from the ceiling.

Boss?

You tell me what to do. You say anything you like to me. You can abuse me. You can abuse my family. You can treat my mum like shit. You can do anything you like. You can shout when you feel like it. I can't say anything I like to you. I can't hit you. I can do what I like. I would never abuse people I love. I can't shout. If I do any of these, I get in shit from YOU?! News flash hunny, you aren't my dad. Neither are you BOSS!

Could these be any more true?

Mum; my way of explaining to you.

The words I need.

The perfect words to explain everything!