Hi. I’m Dolly. I’m going to attempted to explain ME through things that I hate.
Enjoy.
I hate when people say if you wanted to die you would have killed yourself already.
I hate when people think I’m too pretty to REALLY commit suicide.
I hate when I try to talk to someone about my world it doesn’t seem important.
I hate when my boyfriend beats me. Then makes me prostitute after.
I hate being his prostitute.
I hate when an abusive step dad goes”unnoticed”
I hate animal abusers.
I hate that my friends can commit suicide but I can not.
I hate when my boyfriend slaps me for cutting+bruising my body. It’s my body! I need it!
I hate my homicidal thoughts of killing happy middle class wives. Especially blondes.
I hate that I look 14 which leads to the public treating Me as one. I’m 22
I hate that I didn’t die when I took 27 Tylenol at 13.
I hate that my brother saved me from downing more of the bleach at 16.
I hate that my boyfriend won’t let my mother take me to mental health doctor. He knows I’ll die for sure. I’m sure I will always abuse my drugs for depression,ADD,and panic attacks
** the list goes on and on. I’ll save u I guess.
Yeah, the death and killing crap makes me feel so immature. But it’s all I Care about..except my kitten. I love her.
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Why don’t you refer to your boyfriend as your pimp?
Because I can’t handle that word for him. Which he is clearly my pimp
I hate blondes too. Or better yet “mince and cheese” where they have those freakish brown streaks in their hair…ick.
I love women too much to ever hurt one, your ‘boyfriend’ obviously didn’t get the memo about loving a woman for the special person she is. Some would say you are our ‘betters’ but I like to think we compliment each other when an equal balance is achieved (often difficult, but can be done). My advice? Ditch the plebeian ‘boyfriend’ of your’s and seek help, professional or otherwise.
It’s nice you love your kitten, I’d feel the same if my dog was still here, but I digress.
Buena fortuna to you.