You're never truly alone.
Every single time, that sentence has been the one that got me through it all.But now, I can’t believe it like I used to. If this isn’t true isolation, then I don’t know what is. How do you reach out, when they’re keeping you shut away from the world?
You’ll always have your friends.
I’ve doubted that one before, so there’s not really much to say. I know full well that I’ve brought this entirely on myself, but I really don’t want to hear “I told you so”, however true or otherwise it may be.
I never saw that wallpost, so I’ll never know what it said, but after all this, I’m not even sure if I want to. Surprisingly, I don’t even blame him for this. The fault is entirely mine. It’s actually amazing that it took me this long to realise that. It’s true what they say though: you never truly appreciate what you have, until you’ve lost it.
I’ve become so compliant over the past few days. I’m even able to smile blandly now, as I quietly acquiesce to their every request. It’s funny, really, how the devil child turned into the perfect daughter. Elegant, demure. Seen and not heard. A mindless shell, only purpose to hear and obey.
Marie Antoinette’s dying words were: “You may kill me, but you will never kill my spirit!”
But only metres away from the guillotine that would end her life, Marie Antoinette had it pretty fucking easy.
I still have enough intellect to comprehend my situation, even to think of a way out. Not much thinking is required though, they're pushing their "way out" at me, from every single direction.
There are only two ways out of this hell: marriage, or death. As you can probably guess, I'd much prefer death to marriage. Moving from one mindless existence to another is not really my idea of an escape. A change from the perfect daughter to the perfect wife, from my perspective they're exactly the same, so why change at all?
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