She’s wearing your jacket. It’s the same jacket I wore when you hit me for the first time. For a split second, I thought you were here. You’re not, but that jacket is. You hurt me, and now that jacket is a constant reminder of what you put me through. A constant reminder that I was too weak to stand up for myself. A constant reminder that you could be doing the same to her as you did to me. A constant feeling of fear and terror. I want to scream; I want to cry; I want to be anywhere but here. I want to live freely without seeing you everywhere I turn. Is that too much to ask?
it’s about him the one who hurt you I can tell its driving you crazy berlyn…..
xoxo, your anonymous crush.
shut up kamy