Keika and the Depressing grim tales

The good and the bad of my demon aunt

After she gave me the hug I don't remember much after but now ever since that day I spell my name out loud when putting my name on paper. It's kinda like a tic I feel like I need to do it if I don't do it, it's the end of the fucking world. It's crazy how trauma can stick to you and it doesn't matter how much therapy I get or anti depressants I take the trauma won't go away there's a lot of other stuff that the demon did but I can't go on and on about the witch. Let's talk more about me. Duh it's my fucking diary. Obviously I'm not the only child I have two older sisters I love them fuckers to death