|October 7th, 2018
|6:25am
"I just woke up and tears are already flowing from the ducts of my eyes. In my sleep, I had been crying because of the dream I had. I can't seem to stop. The dream itself wasn't all in all bad, but I guess it can be considered bad at the same time. In it, my family would tell me how much they despised me. My father, telling me I never did anything right. It was always wrong. My brother, repeating over and over to me the ways in which I ruined his life. My mother's boyfriend, yelling at me. Telling me I was good for nothing. But my mother, she comforted me. Telling me that she loved me. But then my brother walked in. Saying it didn't matter what she told me because the hatred everyone had for me was still there. That it wouldn't change.
So how do I feel? I feel sad. Because all of these things have happened before and have been told to me by the same person who told it to me in my sleep."
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Just, me.
غير روائيI'm going to write here. My journal entries. All of them. They will be upsetting. I might leave a few out. But, it's the only way where I don't and won't feel silenced. Obviously, no one knows who I am so I don't care of this being out there. But, I...
