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“bir hayli zor uçmak artık

tanrı öpsün kanatlarımı.

karanlık sarsın,

kapanmayan yaralarımı.

papatyalar serin

ölü bedenimin üstüne.

oturup bir sigara yaktım,

aydınlığın gölgesinde.

dert yandım duvarlara

onlar da sessiz kaldı,

ayrılığın hasretine.

sessizce ağladım,

bitmeyen gecelerde.

fotoğrafını daha da sevdim

eskiyince.”

#h.y

Dear Charlie,

I know I’m scatterbrained currently but, if you could take the time to read this it would mean the world to me… This page and sending these letters is my safe spot.. thank you for always being there for me and listening when I needed a friend….

Last I wrote you I explained how I fucked up my relationship with the man I love. I’m just gonna call him J. Well J just got out of prison a month ago.. we instantly got back together the day after he got home. I don’t regret my decision of getting back together with him. Why would I? It’s just hard.. ya'know? He knows all the messed up things I did while he was incarcerated. I was so weak that I lost control of myself and lost so much self respect and love for myself. I repeatedly cheated on him.. six times to be precise. I’m not proud of my actions by any means. I was lonely. I lost myself and I was trying to find some type of strength. I thought that if I got with these men it would help me determine my true feelings for J. We’re supposed to be getting married in a month or so.. it’s a scary thought. Like don’t get me wrong I’m excited to spend the rest of my life with the man I love. I’m scared my anxiety and poor judgement will get the best of me. I’m a fucked up individual. I’ve got a cheating problem due to my commitment issue.. at least this is what my therapist has told me. Before getting back together with J I didn’t have a sex life. Prior to us being back together I didn’t have sex for almost two years. The day we spent together once he got out we had sex in the shower and well… I freak out and cried. I wasn’t ready at that point in time but, J held me close and told me it was okay and that I’m loved. He always tells me I’m loved and beautiful. I believe him sometimes… We have a healthy relationship I’m just fucked up in my head. Since the first we have sex at least once a day. Sometimes four times. We’ve been trying for a baby and that part right there scares the shit out of me.. My sister and brother are worried about if I do have a baby.. my siblings know how bad my anger is and they’re worried I’ll get really mad while holding the baby and that I’d hurt my child.. I don’t wanna believe that to be true but, I really do have bad anger issues and have been known to get violent when I’m mad/angry. I don’t think I could ever hurt a child though. Life doesn’t stop for anything or anyone….. J wants to write my pops who is sitting in a jail cell right now.. which really messes with my head. My pops is my best friend at the end of the day and will always be my best friend. I’m mad at my pops for his poor thinking and poor judgement. Those poor actions caused him to be going back to prison. I wish I could look my pops in the face and have a deep and meaningful conversation about life. Slowly work into talking about the whole marriage thing. I would rather see my pops and tell him myself. Not a piece of paper. I know my pops did a ton of damage but, I still feel he deserves to be apart of the process. I just want my pops to be the one to walk me down the aisles… Yet, my biggest fear is I’ll never have my best friend walk me down the aisles to my future wedding down the line. I’m really trying to get my shit together. It doesn’t help with the fact that I just dropped out of highschool two weeks ago. I’m in a program at this place a town over from mine. It’s supposed to help me get my first ever job and a GED. I know I’m all over the place and for that I’m sorry. My mind’s all over the place and I’m trying to talk about all the important details before I wander off over the rainbow somewhere. In other news… While J was incarcerated I told him to try and find ‘The Perks Of Being A Wallflower’ it’s now his favorite book and he finally understands why the book means so much to me… When he got home from prison he told me he had something for me… It was the book. Which was the best gift I could of ever received. I’m not really sure where I’m going with this anymore. I don’t feel broken as I do lost…. Please know I’m okay, I’m not suicidal, I’m not thinking of ways of hurting myself or anyone else but, I truly wish I could kill my mind sometimes. Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Sincerely,

H.Y

#dear charlie #H.Y

part 2 of ‘i dont remem the damn sets’

#ndrv3 #tinted edits #h.y #a.y #g.g #free icons #these are the last of the wip~#for keebo failed and i gave up months ago #angie yonaga #himiko yumeno #gonta gokuhara

Nữ sinh lớp 9 bị đánh, lột đồ vẫn la hét, kích động khi nghe nhắc lại chuyện cũ

Bà Đặng Thị Nhường, bà nội em N.T.H.Y., nữ sinh lớp 9 bị đánh dã man, lột đồ ở Hưng Yên, cho biết em H.Y. vẫn bị kích động, tối ngủ mê sảng khi nghe nhắc lại chuyện cũ.

Trao đổi với phóng viên Báo Người Lao Động ngày 3-4, bà Đặng Thị Nhường, bà nội cháu N.T.H.Y., nữ sinh lớp 9 bị đánh dã man, lột đồ ở Hưng Yên, cho biết em H.Y vẫn bị kích động, tối ngủ mê sảng khi nghe nhắc lại chuyện cũ.

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#Bà nội #H.Y #Hưng Yên #Kích Động #La hét #nữ sinh

Before his name was God Dixon, he went by H.Y aka Mr. aimHY. This was God’s first official record produced by Producerboyz. This song serves as an introduction to who God Dixon is and what he stands for.

#God Dixon #H.Y #music #pills #drugs #jamaica