Childhood Horrors

Childhood Horrors

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Dec 17, 2015
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Fantasy
White. White was all I could see before the reality settled in. As a child, my mother would tell me stories. The fantasy world of princesses, dragons, mermaids and happy endings. When I saw the storybook in front of me, i couldn't help but read it. But when I was pulled into the pages of my childhood, well, that was a completely different story. Talk about a page-turner. The world before my eyes was not the place I dreamed about. This was a world where you dread to turn the page, fear the starting of a new chapter. This was no fairytale, there were no happy endings. I wanted to go back to the real world, to escape the pages of the storybook. This book was only filled with darkness and Childhood horrors. As a wise princess said, "Only the Evil survive." WARNING! The content of this book is not suitable for younger readers.
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Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's. I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age. I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself. I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.

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