Is at the point of really consider on giving out the ex's email address so all my mad friends can yell at him too. And yes I can be that big of a bitch.
"Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lull, but pass it does. Even for me."
People are forgetting the reason there was a raid is because the girl's father was bragging along with the man the police have in custody about killing teenager in cold blood.
I really don't think I will ever be able to get over this hurt. Not when he's blamed me for things that I had no control over, my mental illnesses. God knows how much I wish I was born with a normal functioning brain, I can't help something went wrong in the process.
I fucking quit. I refuse to give my heart to anyone ever again, because in the end I'm always the one getting blamed when I did nothing wrong and I'm the one who got hurt all because every man seems to think that my mental issues is a good excuse for why they threw me away.