When I was a kid, I had a small red dot a little under my right eye. It looked like a tiny mosquito bite, with a small red bump and a small red circle around it. Strangers always thought it was a bite or a pimple or an illness. But it was there for YEARS. It appeared suddenly, noone remembers when. And it disappeared just as suddenly. I had it from about 6-12years old, and noone has a clue what it was. I am constantly afraid that it might return one day.
When I was a kid, I used to eat my boogers.
Since I was a child, I instinctively knew my destiny in life was to become someone or something many people look up to. More specifically, that strong feeling, often accompanied by a blurry vision, told me I was going to become a saviour of some sorts, a hero etc. I never got carried away by it and I never tried to be anything like a superhero. But recently I realized that is exactly what I'm built for. My way of thinking, the way I see the world, my physique, everything is perfect for that role. So, even though it's crazy, I'm going to follow that vision, for lack of a better word. I'm going to study and train extremely hard, join the local search and rescue team, and go far far beyond that, becoming the world's strongest. Whoa, this is embarrassing.
I just discovered that my mother kept everything from me that I threw away over the years: pictures I drew, school folders, journals, diaries... I am still not sure what to think of it. I have a few reasons to not like it: our house is really small and stuffed and we can't really afford to give up so much space for a useless collection of paper. She also never asked me if it's okay to keep it - theoretically, it's all MY stuff and if I want it to be gone, it has to go, right? But she'll probably have a reason why she doesn't want to throw it away. Even if I don't understand it. I already offered to go through it all and just keep the pieces that are connected with memories or are really cute, but no... I probably shouldn't even care. I don't know, maybe I just hate that she kept things from my past without my permission.
I never was involved in a brawl, even when I was a child. I would never phisically hurt someone, for that's stupid as fuck...this is probably why I have that burning curiosity to know how it might feel to make someone that wronged me (do you say it like that?) suffer...I do not even want to be involved in a fair fight, I just want to know how it feels to harm someone, to see the fear, the pain in someones eyes. ...I might slowly transcend into madness.
I'm 17 and scared of the dark, what's wrong with me?
I use to always draw but one time my dad told me it was a waste of time so I stopped.i wanted to join a soccer team and my dad said I wasnt even good, I dont like soccer anymore.
I can't be around my mother. I shut down or have a meltdown!
Sometimes i feel i would have been better off an orphan...
I hurt others because I've been hurt in ways no one ever deserves to be hurt...That is my pain...This is my truth...