Y'all. I had this account for years, and while I have been active on it, I have to confess.
I was writing these stories to work through things that were happening to me that I couldn't control. I was in an environment where no one wanted to help or teach me things, and I had to figure stuff out on my own. I made a lot of mistakes, some maybe even illegal, and all i had was my pen and paper to sort through the mess... That was until my mom found my diary. So many arguments came up from things she wasn't supposed to know about, things I knew would've gotten me into trouble because I didn't understand, and the one person who couldv'e explained it thought me to be too smart and that i knew what i was doing even when i said i didn't
That's when I turned to Wattpad. I wrote all of my events in fictious detail. the times i was raped, the times my father left me in a room with a complete stranger, the times my mom was my sole bully, the times when the world didn't want anything from me but my body. I wrote it all in fiction; to you it was depraved and spicy, to me it was the only way i could tell the world "I'm here, and im hurt."
Well, some years ago, my mom found my wattpad. She wanted to know why i wasn't sharing my writing with her, and went and found it. I hope this message finds her. After all these years of trying to remove you from my life and you manage to find a way to squirm back in... I've blocked you on every thing and for the past few years i couldnt write on my comfort site because your name shows up on my followers page. i don't know how many times you need to hear this; but, you're done.
More in my final update.
