When I was twelve years old I found pornographic pictures on my father's computer. I cried for days and days. I didn't understand why they would be there. I deleted them. I found a video tagged XXX, mixed in with my sister's cassettes, I threw it out. I saw the school counselor and she made me burn a letter adressed to him. I never wrote it, I didn't tell her, the enveloppe was empty, I couldn't find the words.
Ever since, I've been writing. Ever since, I've been burning letters. At school, I learned that destruction was a way to cope with your problems.
I still do not understand.
1 comment:
Hi,
The exact same thing happened to me not so long ago, I was really disapointed. But, I'm sure I didn't felt as much as you did. You seem like a very good writer. I've only read few of your entries, but i'll get right on that soon. Good day, Rose.
M.
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