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Please keep in mind this story can be very overwhelming for some, and few may get triggered. If you are ever going through something feel free to message me, I'm always up for a chat.
At times I believe the trauma is finally over,
when everything finally seems to be at peace.
When I no longer cry myself to sleep,
when I no longer stare in the mirror and hate who is staring back at me,
I start to feel relaxed with myself,
I no longer am overflowing with my usual disturbing and dark thoughts,
I no longer put myself down and continue to push myself up,
and I actually start feeling excited about life and my future.
But then..
I get the rug pulled out from under me,
its like a slap in the face,
its like a punch in the gut.
I can't move, and I sit, paralysed.
Confused, I don't understand.
Why? Why me?
I begin to feel lied to, over and over again.
Constantly being let down, continuously being disappointed.
I thought everything was okay... but the next minute it just isn't.
Its like when I'm finally reaching the top of a mountain, and then I just... fall.
And everything comes crashing down, I collapse to my feet and wonder what I did wrong.
I sit and wonder... does life hate me?
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The Thoughts Of a Teenage Girl
Short StoryI'm sorry, I'm sorry I can't think or write like a normal person. These thoughts consume and drown me daily, I'd rather write and vent them all out than hold them in any longer. I can't let these emotions control me anymore.
