Note from Nichole:
Not so much a story, just something that is bothering me.
My sister recently got her father’s name tattooed on her wrist. He abused me my entire childhood. She knows this is and still looks up to him even though he was also a drug addict (that’s how he died) and an alcoholic. He treated her like gold, so she ignores everything else he did. It just…makes me uncomfortable to see my abusers name on my sister.
Lacey's Story
Dear Soul,
When I was very young I lost my dearest my friend, who happened to be my grandmother. She taught me everything I know now, and much more. She meant so much to me, and promised me she’d be at my wedding.
After that, I had the constant fear of being alone, yet instead of trying to be close to people, I pushed them away. I very slowly started to realize that no matter how many people I was friends with, they would soon disappear and leave me. I decided I didn’t want to be in love, and I certainly didn’t want to have any friends.
In 5th grade I started into a public middle school. I was hoping that I would be able to change from my old life, and start new. I became friends with a guy whom I call “Whatshisname” now if I refer to him. He seemed nice at first, and we had many of the same interests.
