Shut your mouth! Enough with the wailing! Control your emotions, you’re not a baby! Bottle up your shit, nobody wants it!
He never seized to say those words. Constantly reminding her she isn’t worth his time or attention. She was in love, just maybe if I stuck around he would fall in love again…so she said to herself. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, she finally realized she was only holding on to the past and there was no future with him. It took a while but she broke loose and ended her torture.
She was free to start afresh, shes a beautiful young lady, men flocked around her, but for the weirdest reason, she just wasn’t ready for something serious…ever. She had built a massive wall around her, nothing could get in… or no one. All of her emotions were finally contoled and bottled in.
There was only one road to recovery, self expression. She needed to let out all she had going on in her head out. She finally did. Expressed her pain, her guilt and trauma in her letter to hermother… it was the last thing she ever wrote.
