I know I haven't been writing in here, and that is because I thought I wouldn't have to again. I moved out of that house so I wouldn't feel bad all the time but now I feel bad all the time again because living here means your not always right. Every time I say something I'm always wrong and it makes me feel like shit and I kind of blame all of them for it. What makes it harder is that my mind wasn't that messed up before, but now? I just can't focus anymore. I'm not eating breakfast, lunch and trying to skip dinner. Having occasional panic attacks, I start crying for no reason. But I can't do anything about it because I can't get the right support from my family. See, my family doesn't think I'm messed up in the head. So I'm stuck running in circles until I can find a way to stop.
My family only knows how to help with sexual assault victims, I understand...that's very traumatic. But its also because they've never dealt with child abuse. They've never experienced, never dealt with it. I'm the first, but she's also the first in our family to practice it, but she's also family. So they say.
I'm okay, okay?
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An Introduction
Short Story"today is Sunday and I have decided to start journaling painful events that happen..." These are the journal entries to Kelsey, a girl who worries to much about others even though they don't give a shit about her. 'Just drink it down with vodka is h...
