Sometimes I feel like no one understands me. Ever since I started seeing a psychologist, my parents have been acting weird around me. They sometimes don't even talk to me.
They feel like I'd just go on and cry to my psychologist and tell her that they were abusing me and that just makes me feel worse inside that they assume those things. These are the things I don't even tell my psychologist.
The worse part is, I've had to fake everything infront of my closet friends. Growing up I had no one to turn to, no one to make me feel wanted, no one to comfort me. All I had was myself and the one person I could talk to, is in a better place now.
A place among the stars, I miss you Aunt. I always will.
When I was a kid, I would get beaten alot, every african mother grew up like that but, that took a huge toll on me. Since my mom stopped and started shouting at me about how careless I am and she'd just swear at me, I thought everyone's life was like but, it wasn't, it was mine.
The first time I introduced myself to self-harm was when I was 9, I never knew what I was doing then but it felt good. It felt like my pain was being flushed away with my blood. I felt free.
But then someone found out, I friend of mine I think. I never knew who it was, it's a blessing and a curse. The fact that I had someone to talk to about how I felt was great, my psychologist didn't judge me from the things I said.
With this I slowly stopped harming myself severely, I didn't stop entirely, just processing to "hitting" my femur. I sometimes limped around the house since it hurt so much. They didn't even notice.
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Everytime I cried, they'd just shout at me for being a cry baby. I isolated myself from others and I still do.
I'm just going to take a little break from wattpad to just calm down.
See you until further notice. :/