I'm not one
Not two
Not three.
I am one body with a split mind of 22 people.
This means that if you know me, you have probably met some of those 22 people.
I feel insane sometimes..
On certain days, I cry because I remember the feeling of pain that was inflicted on me by those who I should've been able to trust.
A friend once said to me, "Stop looking for closure, and accept the fact that if they did it, they meant it."
May I ask why an adult, who a child depends on for life, would hurt and mentally scar a child?
I can't trust my own family because if I'm around them for too long, I remember the noises, the feeling, the smell, everything from when I was younger.
I can feel it crawling under my skin.
I can hear the screams booming in my ears.
I can feel the pressure to remember the faces, to see the blood.
My head hurts.
I'm trying to remember.
It isn't working.
YOU ARE READING
Vent thingy
Historia CortaThis is only a vent, just to ease my mind when I get overwhelmed. As reference, this was all posed around when I was finding out I was a system.
