I’m 24 years old. I have a bachelor degree.Â I can’t find a job. I live with my parents. Everyday I feelÂ like they don’t want me at home. Their home. I don’t feelÂ like it is my home anymore so I spend all the time in my room trying not to disturb them. When my mother was pregnant of meÂ she took a overdose of pills not caring about the baby. My dad didn’t want me to be born and the doctors said I was going to have serious health problems because of the overdose. So it was better to abort me they said. However I was born. […]
I will never forget this as long as I live. I was 17, I’m almost 21 now, and I was taking a shower one Sunday night. It was June 7, 2009. Two days after my prom, and a month after my boyfriend, who I was madly in love with, broke up with me. I was numb. I stood underneath the water and kept raising the temperature high and higher, burning myself with scalding hot water. I felt like my whole body was withering away, and the pain was magical. I felt as if i could finally feel something again other than darkness and eternal agony.