I’m thirteen. It seems so sick that I’ve already been through all this, that I already know all this, that I’m already feeling like this. Everyday, feels like a walk through hell. I just can’t stand it. I can’t tell anyone anything anymore and my life has turned into a chain of lies and and millions of secrets. Nobody knows everything. Nobody ever will. I wish someone could know, I just can’t do it. I can’t risk that all. I have DID. I pretend to be someone I’m not over the internet. I hate the way I look, I hate the way I act. But […]