by scarred_cutter » Mon Dec 08, 2008 11:40 am
i haven't told my parents about the men who did it. only told them about some abuse that happened when i was smaller. i can't tell them of this abuse because they already got so upset over the other one, blaming themselves. it's because i haven't told them...some days i just don't want to get up at all, but they don't know why so i feel like i'm making a big thing out of nothing...not sure if that makes sense?
sometimes it's just so hard to move, but they don't know, so i have to pretend. there's no way i can tell them, but sometimes i wish they knew, so that i wouldn't have to keep pretending that i don't mind going out etc.
"But i know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't, and how you hurt yourself on the outside...to try to kill the thing on the inside." -Winona Ryder [Girl Interrupted]
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