10/2/10
Throwing away my stuff clearly has no significance for you. Maybe it would occur to you that it's something special to me, or else I wouldn't have brought it here. Knowing that you found out about my past is the last thing on my mind right now but throwing away the memories without telling me, hurts. Growing up, I had no privacy. Countless times in the past, you guys have looked through Msn convos, facebook inbox messages, diaries, personal letters...I've learned to hide everything, even going as far as to keeping my stuff in between loose leaf sheets, deleting my browsing history and making a password for my msn conversations. You wonder why I never tell you how I really feel. Maybe this is why. Maybe it's because there is no real trust or communication between us. For the past year, I've been trying to open up more because you guys told me to speak what's on my mind when something is bothering me but how can I now? Other than doing good in school...well, there is no other thing more important than doing good in school for you. I try so hard not to disappoint you. I'm far from perfect but I'm sure like hell trying my best. Now that I'm older, I thought you would respect my privacy. Still, you dug into my things and snooped around my shit. Do trust and respect mean anything to you? Your actions say otherwise. Need I say more? No, I won't be surprised if you find this site one day.
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