The words that I've been told and names I've been called echo in my mind. Is it bad that I've grown to believe it all? Is it bad that I can now put myself down? Is it bad I can't believe when someone says they love me or that I'm cute? Will my family ever stop making it worse, will they help make it better instead? No, I don't think they will. As a girl at the age of 15, I've been cused at, I've been hit, I've been left, I've been lied to, I've learned I can't trust nobody. I've gotten used to being upset. I know the only place where I feel like I belong is in my dreams. I know that I never want to be alone again. I know how I feel for my girlfriend. And I know that she saved me. I hope that I can stop putting myself down. I hope I can stop letting my family and the ones around my get me down. I know I can get through this if I keep my head up.
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Short StoryI honestly wrote whatever came to my mind. So I don't really know. I hope if you read this that you'll enjoy *language warning*
