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/ Audrey Tan hasn't got everything. Everyone else did. At 16, she's disfigured after an incident in school. Now, she has to try her best to cope w...
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I can tell you a lot of things about me. First: I absolutely despise mathematics, mainly because I suck at it, but also it doesn't really make sense to me - why 2+2 must equal to 4 and not 5 or 6 or infinite and why Pythagoras theorem is a theorem. Or why it sounds and looks weird if I use an English word that isn't base form after the word 'to' and how I can translate English to mandarin in a blink of an eye.
And that, if you're reading this, my therapist has created a fucking miracle. Her name is Jesse. Jesse, no Dr. or Ms. or Mrs. - Just Jesse. Unmarried. She tried to convince me to start a therapy diary, documenting each session and how I feel because she stated that 'I was too awkward and enclosed' - So here we are, me scribbling words onto this tiny little book in the cafe near the backstreet of my house, my middle finger is hurting because I've been writing for so long, just scribbling on and on useless things. I think it's my mind trying to avoid talking about the incident.
The incident.
Idon'twant talk about it.I admit, I'm afraid. I wake up somenights, my body drenched with cold sweat because of what Jesse tells me is 'PTSD', Post - Traumatic Stress Disorder. She tells me it's because my mind is still struggling to cope with the fact that I-
She stopped there. I don't think she knows how to exactly tell me that I burned off my face and now my face is disfigured, even though she speaks of acceptance and acceptance and acceptance. If I can't accept myself, what makes her able to accept me?
