For a few weeks now, I've had the urge to tell my favorite teacher everything about my life.
The abuse, rape, drugs, suicide attempts, self harm, everything. I have no idea why.
The kicker? Recently I did. I told them somethings. Some things I wish I didn't tell them. But now, it's too late. They do give some really good advice. It feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest. But at the same time I'm terrified.
What if they tell someone about it?
What if my family finds out?
My god it's terrifying to trust someone, to trust an adult, like this. My god what am I doing?
On the other hand, O GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL MOTHER FUCKERS. I did it. After spending most of my life thinking I was going to kill myself before I turned 18, not only did I make it passed 18, but I graduated high school. I did it. Not alone, obviously, I had my amazing girlfriend and friends to help. I could not have done it without you. Especially sophiekudo I could not have done any of it without you mo shíorghrá.
Now I get to go to uni. I get to think about my future. I get to live my life. How I want it. Not like how my family wants it.
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Random Poetry and Writings
RandomThis is just a collection of poems I write with maybe some short little stories added in there for shiggles. For the sleepless nights, the lonely nights, the arty nights, and all in between.
