Long term verbal abuse has obviously planted a huge impact on me. I am on the fucking edge. I blame you for everything.

Long term verbal abuse has obviously planted a huge impact on me. I am on the fucking edge. I blame you for everything.
Must be the dick talking.
Days are never boring with you. Thankful to have you around to stand by me whenever I need somebody to talk to or make me laugh. Could never ask for more.
Nobody lifts me higher than you do. The way you, your mom, sister treats me like their own. The way you believe in me. You’re the best.
When the cards are laid out clearly on the table, you’ll begin to wonder why you ever bothered. You begin to question every thing of the past that you thought meant everything but now meant nothing. You begin to see the person for who they really are with just a smart step back. You pick out every scenario that happened and you find that you now have all the answers to your questions. You start clearing your doubts. You start putting the pieces together. And even though the hardest thing to face is that you have been repeatedly used by somebody you loved and you thought love you, that all that you held close to your heart never meant anything to them, that all they told you were lies just to get into your pants, you realise that you deserve so much more.
“harry can i have a picture?”
“sorry i can’t, have to go”
“oh it’s fine”
“did you just say vine?”
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