On April 26 I opened up and exposed my layers, the deepest one being my secret about being sexually abused as a young girl. I haven't been able to go to school all week. I wake up with tight knots in my stomach, an unbearable aching feeling. I have cried at multiple points during the days since and even cried myself to sleep last night. I don't feel like I belong here anymore, in this town I mean. It's full of girls who are perfect and then there's me who's been hurt too many times to count. I don't want to go to school tomorrow either but I have to face the music at some point. I feel as if I can't talk to my best friend who didn't even know of my secret until everyone else found out...pretty crappy of me, huh? I had to let her found out over Facebook like everyone else. I haven't talked to anyone besides my mom for the past 5 days. I've been hiding in my room headphones in, world unnoticed by me. I shouldn't be blocking everyone/thing out but I don't know what else to do. I feel as if my tears can't stop overflowing in fact I'm on the verge of crying again as I type up this portion. "The Photograph" by Julia Sheer plays as my background song of the next 3 mins or so.
How can someone go from so happy to so broken in a matter of a few hours? Where is my knight in shining armor when I need him?
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Letters to Myself (JOURNAL)
Teen FictionMy place to escape from the world, some may call it a diary others may call it a journal but I simply call it my broken self.
