All my life I said that I deserve what happens to him, that I am the cause of each of my tragedies, but am I really guilty of everything? It's exhausting to deal with everything, school, work, homework and "my house"
Starting to study something that you don't like just to run away from home was the best option but right now everything is about to end and it seems so overwhelming, I thought to finish studying, work and pay everything The money invested in my childhood and education and then just committing suicide, that's fair right?
I've thought about suicide since elementary school, always saying "it can't get any worse" and in some stupid way it got worse, losing self-confidence, blaming yourself to protect others, no matter how harsh the punishment was, I swore they wouldn't do the same damage to my sisters, but now I'm not even close to them, it doesn't matter as long as they never find out everything that happened at home,
I remember many fights, blows and insults and after that a sweet and hearing my mother say "shut up, smile a little, nothing happened" I remember drowning when the bullying started, I remember trying to ask for help but no one was listening, they never listened.
What was the point of asking for help if everyone ignored you? Just stop doing it, stop asking for help and start carrying everything.
I think there should be a beginning and an end to this story And I'm just looking for my end.
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RandomI wrote this book so that some people understand a little about the disorder and also so that I could say what happens many times when I have a crisis or I just get depressed, life is usually shit but if you write it you free yourself a little...
