"I will ruin you baby," he whispers digging his nails into my hips sending a chill cascading down my spine.
"Then ruin me Jude, ruin me till there's nothing left of me." I spoke softly, "make me feel something, make me feel anything, make me feel al...
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TAPE 5 SIDE B
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I am angry at the world.
when I was a girl mummy would always as me why I was so wrathful all the time, towards everything, she said I was never content, never happy nor grateful. I didn't know what to do with that, at first it pained me to hear my own mother speak of me that way and I began to get frustrated, looking in the mirror and nit-picking every imperfection desperately trying to fix myself to suit her liking. I spent years trying to be what I thought the daughter she deserved looked like, intelligent, graceful, submissive, and always respectful. And yet still even after I'd managed to shape myself into exactly that, I still went to bed feeling emptier than before, night after night.
