aren’t you trying to push away by asking me to do ridiculous things?
I confess that I hide how I am hurting. I laugh at school, then go home carrying grief, fear, and things people have said about me. I don’t need everyone to understand. I just wish someone would listen.
I need to go tinkle. I need someone to take me to the toilet and wipe my sweetie for me. I’ll be a really good girl and I won’t be shy. Love Chloe xx
