1 month and five days ago, my life was changed. 1 month and 6 days ago, my mother kicked me out of the house. 1 month and 5 days ago, everything I ever knew was taken away from me. my light, my happiness, myself. I cant remeber who I was before. he swiftly came in and destroyed my world. and now that I am left here, in the ruins of what he left behind, I cant get any of it back. I asked for help, trusted him, let him into my life, and he stole everything from me. left me numb and empty. left me with nothing to feel but hurt and disgust. swince that day, most people have thought I have went off the deep end. I probably have. You can thank him, for tearing me into nothing but unfixable broken pieces. before that night, I probably would have tried to go home. Probably would have tried to fix things with my parents. I would have never hurt all the people around me. But I didnt. instead, I tried to go home after that and my parents didnt care about me or what had happened. Didnt care about what he did to me. Instead, I hurt my best friends in the most terrible ways. Some ways even they dont know about. Instead, I choose to let him control every decision I make, everywhere I go. I live and make my choices through fear instead of naturak thoughts. I look over my shoulder when I walk, hoping that he wont be there. I hate myself, my body, everything about me. I feel sick when people hug me, touch me, even get close to me. I cant be normal anymore. I dont remember what that is. So thank you. Thank you very much for turning me into this shell of a person. there’s nothing fucking magickal about you. as to everyone else, you can thank him for this. you can thank him for all of it. He is why I am so fucked up now. Before, we all got along. we were all okay. now, after that night. now we are all broken in terms of connection. I am broken in every aspect of the word. Thanks to him.
He took every fucking thing from me. and Im tired of fucking fighting.
