He Wept
PEOPLE KEEP SCREAMING SHIT THAT'S NOT REAL AND I CAN'T TAKE IT. I WAS SO CLOSE TO BEING BETTER MOM BUT I DON'T THINK I'LL EVER BE.I don't know me; I can't take care of me; it's so fucking scary I want to puke. IT DOESN'T MATTER IT NEVER DID WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THAT JESSICA KING: infected with the poison of reality and the cancer of love. She bled at her pen and then there was nothing left to give so she tried to speak and her mouth was dry and cracked and she thought the darkness that filled her night was real and she was so scared so so SCARED but no one would listen and when she let someone peek in her world he LAUGHED AT HER fear and then left; leaving her more broken than before NOW she throws herself under buses and then screams out "WHY AM I BLEEDING WHO PUT ME UNDER THIS FUCKING BUS" and that's how Jessica broke all her bones, she did it herself. GOD WHERE ART THOU YOUR DAUGHTER IS SCARED.
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