Floped At The National Math Olympiad

Vent, tw child and adult emotional abuse and neglect, self harm

I miss when I was a child and I would be left to cry and scream my lungs out and hit myself til I bruise and not be expected to talk about what’s upsetting me because to you it was all silly child things.

You didn’t care about my feelings then, why do you care about them now? So you can use them against me and call me names and disrespect my boundaries even more? I’m not sharing that side of myself with you. So now I cry in short, intense waves that come and go the entire day, and hold my breath so you won’t hear, until my head is pounding and I still don’t feel any relief.

My mother kicked me out AGAIN!!!

Can't see it here tho...

I will have a home one day. It will be warm, and it will be safe. It will have large windows so that it never feels like a prison. It will have comfort and light and colours, and there will be joy echoing off of each of the walls. There will be no shouting in my home. There will be no violence, no harsh words, no abuse ... it will be safe, and it will be my home.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone ever misses me when i dissapear...

Fuck situationships. You better write me a poem and bring me flowers.

My friends are tired of hearing about the sexy terrorist

Currently in my femcell era...