What are your deepest secrets that you would like to share before you d.i.e?
When I was in second grade me and my mother had to hide in my room with a dresser blocking the door so my stepdad couldn't come in. All because I played with my hair as a boy and that is too feminine. When I was 6 my stepmom forced me to eat from the trash because I wasted food, chased me around with an axe for slamming a door, and locked me in a basement because I peed my pants. When I was 12 I witnessed my best friend commit suicide. Her last words to me were "thanks for proving you don't love me and leaving me all alone", because I chose not to answer one phone call. To this day at only 17 years old more people than I can count on my hands have blamed me for their being suicidal or depressed. Despite knowing that, I still choose to bring people into my life even though I know I'll destroy them.
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