There have been so many attempts to write in this app. When I was in the 8th grade or something then again maybe last year and now and maybe a few attempts in the middle. My brain is kind of fizzling out because I am locked up in my own home because I fell in love with someone I shouldn't have. Because he wasn't of a certain religious background and even if he was I am still not allowed to access that part of my human side because of my gender obviously. Girls and women can't fall in love or like a guy or they are s**t shamed. Now it is also true that the guy I like is from not so great a background financially but hey he earns more than me.
But I thought I would tell things from the start. Who, what, where, why, and I will not use real names or maybe I will if I don't feel like protecting someone. This feels like something I would want to share with a therapist. So that's what I will do. I will imagine in this story that I am across a therapist sitting and telling her all about my life.
I will hope that someday I really do sit in front of a therapist and pay her to listen to me and my life. I might be happiest then hopefully but I will still tell her.
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Memoir At 23
Non-FictionThis feels like it will be an ongoing memoir of which I will try to not loose access even when I loose access