General He left an empty shell of me by melancholysarah 5/7/2015 written by melancholysarah 5/7/2015 Two years ago I was almost strangled to death by my boyfriend. I have never been the same since that night. I hate myself I hate myself so much I just want to die and I hate looking at myself in the mirror. I’m not me boyfriendemptyin thenightnot meto diewant 5 comments 0 Email Related posts It hurts, it’s awful, and I can’t look... 9/26/2021 Opening a door to nowhere 9/26/2021 fucking anxiety 9/26/2021 The World Doesn’t Care 9/26/2021 “Truth is, everyone is going to hurt you,... 9/25/2021 I am no longer in a mental hospital 9/25/2021 Severe depression? 9/25/2021 i shouldn’t have come back 9/25/2021 I’m in a mental hospital now 9/24/2021 back here yet again. 9/24/2021 5 comments cephalus 5/7/2015 - 6:28 pm My brothers wife’s ex husband killed someone “accidentally” by strangulation while having sex. He is now serving a jail sentence. I like you just the way you are. Log in to Reply melancholysarah 5/7/2015 - 10:14 pm That’s very sad but this was no accident. He told me he wanted to destroy and I hate myself because he did do just that and I never knew the meaning of lost until now. Log in to Reply cephalus 5/7/2015 - 10:34 pm No one was sad, we were all happy that my brothers wife is away from him. No one should be abused, physically, verbally or emotionally. That includes you. Just posting here shows you have worth and courage. I hope one day you find yourself in that mirror. I feel like I saw a glimmer, even if only for a second. Either way, I/we are here, not judging, we will listen. You are amongst friends. Log in to Reply Mf 5/7/2015 - 11:14 pm If anything i’d say he was lost and tried to pass it on to you. Why do you hate yourself? from what you say you are not to blame at all, and you should hate him, not yourself. There’s just no justification in harming someone just because you feel like it. Log in to Reply melancholysarah 5/7/2015 - 11:25 pm The only people that knew what he did to me were the cops and courts and people like that other than that I never told a soul. I kept it to myself and walked around pretending I’m okay. I know this may sound awful but I wish he had killed me because no matter how fast or how far I run I cannot escape myself and the memory of what happened that night. I made up my mind about what I need to do but I’m so scared to do it Log in to Reply Leave a Comment Cancel ReplyYou must be logged in to post a comment.Subscribe to comments: Don't subscribe All Replies to my comments Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting.