After being picked on your entire life, you clam up. The psychologist’s say she’s shut up so no one can get in, and it’ll take time to break her seals. What they meant was it will take at least a thousand dollars to break her shields, because in reality they have no idea what’s going on in the child’s mind. I’m all grown up darling. I have nothing to hide and I’m not scared to tell anyone. What is the point of keeping secrets from any one person when all it does it hurt you in the end and help that person. You need to spill it out no matter what, to clean your own mind. Do it for yourself, no one else, not even God or the gods, or spirits, and your mother, and father, or anyone else. Do it for yourself. Be mean to everyone but yourself. Is that so wrong? Tell them, “Go fuck yourself,” and I promise the pain will start to vanquish. Tear the tears off your face before they can see because I promise it won’t be worth explaining them. Drink enough, but not too much to write down what you truly feel, not what they push on you. Then, dare them to do the same. They won’t.
“Pretty fades, pretty girl”