A Couple Million Reasons Why

I feel like that girl.  The one from that super fucked up Netflix show.  Shit I can't remember her name.  But she was genius.  The girl with the tapes.  13 if I'm not mistaken except I heard a part two came out that was even more fucked up which means there were probably an even longer list of fucked up people. 

I feel like her but I'm not her.  I'm not going to kill myself.  I don't plan on taking that route out.  But I did like some stops she made on her destination.  The tapes.  Total bad ass.  When someone commits suicide, every single time there's a monster or a dozen that made them feel that was the only option.  And people realize that, it's not rocket science.  We just live in a world where no one gives a fuck.

Well.

I'm starting my tapes per say, but they won't be tapes.  They'll be little works of art I publish on my blog titled to the deviant who killed the good part of me.  I've put the first one up.  The most obvious.  The fucktard my mother decided to open her legs to.  Ladies we have to do better with the choices we choose to put inside of us.  I mean especially if you don't want to create children who are internally fucked up.

I hope you all enjoy. Who knows.  Your post might be the next one up ;-)

Byron

To you,

The one man who was suppose to love me doesn't.  And he never will.

I just don't understand how you can have other kids and love them and be there for them and you can't do the same for me.  Why would you have a child when you have no intention of loving them? Why?  You just don't care about how much you've screwed up their life huh?

I'm just suppose to put on this tough ass exterior and act like I don't care huh? I'm suppose to act like I'm good without a father.  I'm suppose to act like I'm better off without you.  I'm suppose to act like you not being there is only gonna make me stronger.

I wanted a father so bad.  I just wanted someone who loved me and cherished me.  I wanted that daddy's little girl bond but you stole that from me.  If you had no intention of being there and loving me why did you choose to create me?

Now I'm fucked up.  Can't trust a man to save my life, but I mean they all prove to be as worthless and cruel as you.

I just don't know where to go from here.  I'm suppose to love myself but I can only love half of me because I know the other half is made from you.