I'm ranting in this post, so if you don't care about my pain, I don't blame you...
I hate my health, I hate my mother, I hate my ******** life. I overdosed on my meds, so I don't know if I'm going to survive or not but I want to ******** forget everything. My mother yelled at me for something that I can't control while I'm deadly ill. She's 50 miles away for work and I can't ******** drive myself anywhere because I can't see. My father is an a*****e and will blame my horomones as the reason for the fact that I'm crying or I'm 'acting like a child', even though he knows that I was sexually molested almost every single day for almost five years straight by my babysitter's son. He tortured me over and over. I want to take a whip and crack it a few times over my dad's body and see if he likes it because that b*****d used to chased me around his backyard with a belt and whip my thighs with it.
God, can my parents change into loving people who try to help my PTSD instead of making it worse and creating more of it for me? .... Altair... signing off... hopefully, this isn't the last time that I wake up... cry
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