He comes banging at my door – shouting about the next record or the next tour – acting like I’m his bitch or I’m his whore – he tells me I’m a kid – that I must have flipped my lid – if I think anyone will care about the things he did – and anyway he did them for me – it’s my own fault I acted naively – thinking all this shit comes for free – so let’s move on – cause there’s this new song – and then we’re going to Hong Kong – then it’s the rest of the world – you stupid little girl – the rest of your life – don’t bother to fight – your mummy’s got her house – and well we got you out – don’t act like things aren’t better now – he sees my guitar – laughs so hard – says I think I’m Slash from GNR – like I don’t know who Slash is – but those are his tactics – making out like he’s some kind of prophylactic – protecting me from myself – acting like I need help – till I can’t even tell what’s down or up – there’s just this feeling in my gut – screaming that I’m being fucked…

Read the first entry from Bright Star’s diary.

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