Simply blah..

I wonder how many child abusers around the world tell themselves that their behaviour is okay..?
I know right at the moment that there's at least one.

Justifying absolutely every action and somehow blaming it on the child.

Apparently I was an awful child..
Perhaps someone can explain to me what's so bad about a child that tries to be helpful all the time and stays in her room reading book after book after book because books are kind and gentle.. they don't hurt you or shout.
They don't force you to go into school with dirty clothes on and they don't force you to eat food that went past its edible phase quite a while back.

They don't throw you out when you have no-where to go either.. nor make you wander the streets from the moment you get out of bed because they can't even deal with you in the same house.
They don't ignore your pleas that you don't want to go out again because the boy down the road keeps touching you and forcing you to do stuff..
The books didn't tell me to deal with it and not come crying to them again.

Yep, because apparently a nice, quiet child is a bad child.

As for my teenage years.. I didn't go through a ''teenage phase'' - I spent my teen years desperately trying to hold it all together when everything was swirling around in my mind at night and my stomach was hurting me with how hungry i was.


So.. meh.. I'll quit here but you know..

yep.. i'll just quit here.

I'm too upset to make this even remotely an approvable blog entry if i carry on.

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