All my life I’ve always put up a front. Its become my defense mechanism. I can’t bare the real me. Everyone knows me as the happy, hyper girl who’s kind to everyone, and always has the right advice for any situation. I don’t know exactly when i started cutting, but it started as a ploy to catch my parents attention; show them how much i was really suffering. I was adopted, my birth mom was a drug addict and she drank and did drugs while pregnant with both me and my sister. My birth dad abused me. I have 2 siblings I’ve never met. My […]
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in responce to that first comment on my last blog (sorry about the spelling): i didnt mean for it to sound like i was competing, or even to insinuate that this is, somehow a competion. just that i got the feeling that my last post was being pooh- poohed as unimportat. any way. i cant talk to my friend (we’re 17), thats really the whole problem, i dont know how to express my self (hense competition thing), i either underestimate the whole situation, and then people dont belive me, or i go ott, and end up getting really defensive.Â
i cant talk to my mum or dad, […]
ok. last post was a little vague i guess.
i was sexually abused when i was 6 till i was about 7/8 ish, by some boys in my primary school. (i’m a girl). I am absoulutly terified of people touching me now, anywhere. i csnt really get close to peoplr, obviously i have trust issues. when i get upset, depressed – i cant talk to anyone, my friend gets really anoyed and angry. she says i act like a spoilt brat, and i make her think we’re not really best friends. i told her about what happened to me. doesnt really look like she took it […]