…but I guess I’ll shave it for later.
My mom crocheted me a mustache!
Anyone wants to buy one, let me know and I’ll post a link here to her awesome stuff.
Sorry about my face, by the way.
Flash has always made me look like a vampire.
Much Peace and Love,
Namaste
Sometimes I just want to get up and leave.
I want to walk so far away.
I want to go to a distant land where no one knows me,
where no one cares to judge me.
A place I can truly call home.
Please, just let me walk away.
I just want to go home…
Much Peace and Love,
Namaste
So, I’m not allowed to see my boyfriend of a year until I’m eighteen.
Want to know the brilliant reason for this?
My mom snooped through my Facebook and found out things she didn’t want to know, such as what my boyfriend and I do in our spare time.
She found this out last Friday.
She left work, picked me up early from school, and said exactly this, “If me and your father get a divorce over this, its going to be your fault. You can go live with your father after that because I never want to see you again.”
Great reaction, right?
You guys should know that I have been four months clean from pills BECAUSE OF HIM. I haven’t cut since April BECAUSE OF HIM.
I’ve been thinking about doing those two things again since this incident occurred. I was toying with the thought of suicide after it happened, but I’ve thought about it, and decided that that wouldn’t help a thing.
I need to be strong through this.
And you guys need to help me be strong.
Much Peace and Love,
Namaste
So there is this site called Reddit, you see. There is a forum on there called IAmA where you say your are a person who had a certain experience. The point of it is to let people ask you questions about this certain experience.
I posted on there that IAmA Seventeen year-old girl who was raped for seven or so years.
The responses on there were traumatic at the very least.
I got things like,
“Did you like it?”
“Did he use lube, at least?”
“Stop being such an attention whore.”
And the most popular one:
“This never fucking happened to you. Blah blah blah, there is no such thing as parents treating their children poorly. Blah blah, you just want attention and you are a liar. Blah, give me proof of it or it never happened. You are a dumb bitch and a bullshitter. Everything about you is fake and a lie.”
I HAVE NEVER MET THESE PEOPLE IN MY LIFE.
How you can treat a complete stranger like this is beyond me. I am so hurt, and I don’t know if I can speak to my class about this anymore because I’m too afraid I’ll get the same reaction.
After this whole thing, I went to sleep and had the worst flashback nightmares of my life.
Hello dear readers. I haven’t been on here in a minute, and I’m very sorry about that.
I’m four weeks into school now, so I’ve been pretty preoccupied. You know, homework and whatnot.
I’ll try to post on here as frequently as possible.
School hasn’t been that fantastic. My “friends” sort of forgot I existed and my grades are shit. I’ll get through this though!
I’ve been trying to be more productive and less lazy so I can actually get shit done.
I hate being busy!
Much Peace and Love,
Namaste
Sorry I haven’t been posting on here much, I just recently started school again and I’ve been pretty busy with it.
I have an Advanced Health class in my school that is beyond amazing. The teacher’s name is Miss Wilson and she has helped me through a lot of the problems I have had with my childhood.
Sometimes we have people come in the class and speak about troubling experiences.
She asked me to talk to the class about being raped by my brother.
I’m going to talk to half the school about a secret that I have kept close to me for so long. It’s scary, but I need to do this. It would help so much if I could vocalize the memories that have been bottled up for so long.
The only thing I am very concerned about is the possibility of this coming back to my parents. They would, in all literalness, kill me.
I have a question:
would you guys like me to record one of these sessions of talking to the class?
Let me know.
Much Peace and Love,
Namaste
I don’t want to be alive anymore.
No Peace for my mind.
No Love in my soul.
Namaste.
