#theworkofannie

But no one wants to listen to what I have to say. My mother only hears what pleases her and my sister is a brick but also too young for such troubles. The only therapist that ever helped me is too expensive and my medical doesn't cover her. I only saw her a week a few years ago but in that little time she helped me so much. My boyfriend offers to listen to me. He says he only wants me to feel better but I don't want to burden him with my thoughts. I have seen and done so many things that it would surely frighten most who hear it. I am going to try to save up money for therapy because although she is paid to listen to me, at least I will have someone. I need to vomit to someone. I want to be able to sleep at night without feeling his breath on my forehead or hearing the sound of someone choking on their own blood. 

I am a very sensitive person. I know around others I seem tough and scary but I showed you how I truly am and that I needed affection. I understand we couldn't see each other as often as you liked but the basis for every relationship is communication. And that's something that we lacked severely. I tried to text you. I texted you so much that I thought I was smothering you from it but you replied hours later with one or two words. I complained to you about it. I told Miracle who told Andy to talk to you about it. I made subtweets and/or posts. It's like you cared but didn't. You were on tumblr and twitter and every where else except replying to me. I'm not a super jealous clingy person but I need to be talked to. I need to be reassured that I'm the only one you want. That didn't happen. And complaining about me on such sites but not talking to me about it goes no where. It makes me feel like shit and draw further away. If I truly did something wrong then talking to me is the best way to solve that. I'm not a difficult person. I can change. 

ive mended minds and stopped ache with my words but nothing eases your living,