It's been a week since I last wrote in here, I couldn't find the time to do so. Not a lot has really happened in that time, I have spent the last couple of days out and away from my house. Trying to keep myself busy. The only time I was at home was during the night to sleep for three maybe four hours. Sleeping scares me, it doesn't feel safe anymore. I used to rely on sleeping, now it seems that being unconscious is my downfall. I wish it wasn't that way, I want to be happy and normal. Bruises have developed all over my body, purple and blue spirals all along my arms, legs and throat. It looks like an octopus wrapped itself around me and tried to take me to hell. Hah,... Aren't I already in hell? I wonder, has anyone else ever suffered the way I suffer? Enough with the questions. I've asked to many of those. But really, I get to the point of rambling here.Oh well, no one will ever read this. I'm gonna die alone....
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Historia CortaIt started with a journal, a small, stupid journal. And now it seems the world is crashing down on me. And all I have to prove myself, to show people I exist, is that book. And now that you are reading my story, I pray to God you don't share the sam...
