Infliction
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Despite feeling like I’m about 5 years old and still wanting to believe someone can protect me from whatever cruelties exist in the world, I am turning 16 soon.
My journey from the age of 13 to 15 has been a tough one. Waking up and cursing my life was the only thing I used to do everyday, I felt useless and unwanted.
I had been diagnosed with attention deficit disorder and depression, and had self-esteem issues regarding my weight. I was described by my parents as a "bubbly, goofy" girl who enjoyed spending time with her friends and family, but little did they knew, what I was actually going through...self harm, skipping meals, the hate that i used to get everyday was getting over me.
Looking down the hill for a reason to live, I found someone. Someone who understood me, someone who listened to my endless rants and pulled me up the cliff.
Even after struggling every minute in my life, I survived, taking my revenge by prooving everyone wrong.
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