I've been feeling really low lately. I can't sleep. Sometimes I still think about this a lot even though this happened when I was 13. Never really talked about it much. It took me a long time to accept that this happened to me and that it wasn't my fault. All I ever wanted was for some one to believe me and believe that this really happened to me... Something similar happened another time before this and my mom found out but just called me a whore. This isn't even the first time something happened. I was also molested by another person when I was 5 and then again at about 9. But nobody cared.. I don't even know where I'm going with this. I just wanted to get some of it off my chest. If you actually read all of this, sorry. I might just delete this later.
❝ Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence. ❞ - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - #thelittleprince