“Sometimes …… real love is silent as well as blind.”
— Stephen King, The Stand (via the-book-diaries)
Blind indeed. What you did to me beaner fucked me up worse. Its been almost two years.
I don’t trust.
Sex is out the window.
I constantly think someone is out to get me.
Paranoid never ends.
Anxiety is a way of life.
Fear. Gangs. Your a murderer who I fell for in some sick ass way. I truly hate you

















