this is a normal entry. doesn't go with the story Amna is narrating. trigger warning. mention of rape.
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writing these feelings out has only made me feel sicker. this all happened a year ago, but now thinking about it has brought an abominable churning in my stomach.
my heart shaped face is pale every morning, my feet don't fit in any shoes.
im sure that is just because of my increasing anxiety.
i guess you are a tough diary, right? you can handle a bit of instability. cause that's all i was back then. a mess.
now that feeling has returned.
i feel miserable and that's everyday. no matter how much i pray for hope, no matter how hard i try to latch onto that one thread that's gonna keep me together; i'm exposed. i'm vulnerable and i admit that. (you can thank my therapist for that). but don't tell her i'm writing in you though, she'll take you away and read you.
she is just jealous that i share classified information with you and not her. it has taken her three weeks for me to admit to her that i was raped.
raped
huh, that's a funny word.
maybe i shouldn't say that but...
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i
broke
my
pen
i... i'm sorry.
i have to move on but who expected it to be this hard? i can't believe im going through this again. for what? why?
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the 'bucebuics' type part is frustration scribbles as i like to call them.
i know that there is no 'flow' with amna's thoughts. that is done purposely. it's supposed to show her frantic mind. i hope you understand. comment if you have any questions.
love, starlightyoong
YOU ARE READING
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Historia Corta•Completed• "i'm sorry. it's not pity that i'm showing you, it's a goodbye to someone very special to me." Amna's life has been turned upside down and she is writing it all out as she buries the anguish burning inside her.
