Well, it’s been a while. My parents found my journal that I’ve kept for the past three years. I would have rather been beaten to death and burned alive than ever have them get their hands on it. I was afraid. And honestly, I was right to be. They took 148 photos of the contents and shared them with everyone they could think of. Even my little sister’s best friend’s parents. They sent me to another hospital. But everything’s just gotten worse. More insults, yelling, my mother genuinely asked me what they had ever done to make me think they were bad parents. They trashed my whole room and treat me like livestock and joked about which hospital they’d send me to next time. It’s not funny, this is my life, and you’re ruining it and enjoying every moment of doing so. I’m so tired of living. Nothing makes me happy anymore and I just want out.
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Well that’s shitty to go through your journal. You know what I’d do? I’d create another journal – but this one detailing EVERY single reason WHY they are such bad parents. They want to know, let them read ALL about it. And dare them to post or share THAT journal to anyone.
Fuck them to hell and back for exploiting your pain. They’re hopeless and I know how that feels. I would say at this point your strongest reason to live would be revenge. In the absence of anything else it works.
I sort of want to hear their side of the story too. Not to take anything away from your experience–i just want to understand their mindset. Its a moot point though, bc Ill never know