A piece of music from one of the Bridget Jones’ films, possibly the first one.
My parents read my diary.
Yeah I know, before anyone points it out to me, they’re only trying to help/worried about me. But they read my diary. The one place I could write what the hell I wanted and let it out a little. Now I can’t because how do I know they’re not going to do it again?
I don’t do hate or anger so forgiving them is not a problem. Forgetting is much harder. And I don’t think I can for a long time.
It’s my fucking DIARY for Christ’s sake! What to I have to do, always keep it on my person?
I don’t think it’s sunk in yet.
My dairy……
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Yeah thats total bullshit that they read that....do they read this?
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