18 months.
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Đang tiếp diễn, Đăng lần đầu thg 6 01, 2014
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**TRUE STORY**
The last 18 months for me have been utterly horrifying, to say the least. I'm not even sure how I've kept my sanity. I wanted to write this so that I could maybe sort this all out in my head, but also to raise awareness of people in this world who have more going on than social problems.
I've struggled with being an asexual, being a type 1 diabetic, sexual assault, with family fights, medical emergencies, life-changing diagnoses for my family and, on top of this, uni, study and maintaining friendships.
These are my crazy 18 months that will take me years to consolidate. I don't know what to do, but I know I will survive and strive.
Thank you for reading!
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I grew up in a broken home, where words were weapons-sharper than any blade, leaving invisible scars that cut deeper than any physical wound. Actions followed suit, leaving me battered, bruised, and broken. Pain wasn't a fleeting visitor-it was my constant companion. The blood that stained my skin became a cruel reminder of the endless struggles I was forced to endure. Rejection wasn't just something I felt-it was an unrelenting force that stalked me, whether at home, in the cold halls of school, or in the deafening silence of my own mind. I was convinced that I was worthless, unlovable, and destined to a life of torment. Then, something changed-or so I thought. I met people who seemed different. For the first time, I wasn't just seen as the shattered girl I had become. They looked past the surface scars, both the ones I wore openly and the ones buried deep within me, offering kindness in a world that had forgotten it existed. I let myself believe in their words and actions, allowing a small flame of hope to flicker inside me. Slowly, piece by piece, I began to rebuild myself, grasping at any sense of normalcy I could find. I convinced myself that maybe, just maybe, my pain didn't define me. But in the end, I was wrong about them. They, too, left me broken. This is my journey-surviving the violence of words and actions, fighting through abuse and rejection, and still finding the strength to rise. Even in the darkest moments, when it feels like there's nothing left, I fought through the pain, piece by piece, until I finally found my worth.
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This is a story of my sex desire that i had long time ago but still have an itch for a taste of it now. It involves a light BDSM. Sorry for the shortform i use. There is a lot but i believe u will still understand it. And also the photos are all from google, nothing from my gallery And also this is a repost..I've posted this somewhere else before but got banned due to language apparently, but here is the full story and I will keep writing it until it ends. And yes, i improvised some of stories to make it as i want, its roughly 60% true.. Dont forget to vote n share this story out.