Ok, so tonight I drank too much to shut them up. It hasn’t worked. I feel sick. They’re screaming at me. Again. Still.
I am a mess. I was raped, gods know how many times. I was mentally and emotionally abused by the same person. I have struggled with depression since being twelve or thirteen and I have been too emotionally high to classify as normal in between. I am a wreck now. I am “that” girl- the one who mutters to herself, who flinches when you talk to her, who snaps a band on her wrist to punish herself.
I hate how I am. I let down everyone.
I’m a bit pissed, so if this comes out weird, I apologise. I wish I was never born. I wish that there had been another child before me that would have been normal.
Alcohol loosens tongues. Fact.