Authors: Casey Harvell
My Life in Reverse
© 2016 Casey Harvell
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This book contains graphic content, including strong language, violence and sexual situations. It’s not intended for readers under the age of eighteen, or for the faint of heart.
To my boys. Mommy will always protect you. To my inner circle, I never could have made it through this without y’all. To the man who saved my soul…I’ll never think I deserve you, but I’ll love you, care for you, and try to brighten your day for as long as you’ll have me.
1. a person who is overly self-involved, and often vain and selfish; lacks empathy.
2. Psychoanalysis. a person who suffers from narcissism, deriving erotic gratification from admiration of his or her own physical or mental attributes.
Tell me no again and make me want to do it more…but you learned that quickly.
Fuck with my head to get your way, instead? Touché, motherfucker.
At least if you hit me, the scars could be seen. But you’re too concerned with others’ opinions to leave marks where they can be noticed easily.
Now? I can’t believe how stupid I was for so long.
How I became everything you wanted to make me into…
You can take your box and shove it up your ass, you manipulative fucktard.
I’m me again and I’m better than ever before. I have no time for your static.