A personal study of an adult female analyzing the motivations behind her actions, no matter how embarrassing, shameful or repulsive. I'm my own worst critic.
Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far
Sunday, February 20, 2011
I forgot to mention
My brother loves me. He thinks I'm strong. And smart. He's always looked up to me. He believes that I am something false, a facade of happiness and success... I'm a liar. He uses me as an example of why our father is a worthy role model.
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