Looking back at my childhood, I used to hear voices in my head. I was 3 at the time, I don't exactly remember how it started but I remember they told me awful things. Every time I tried to do something, they would tell me I can never do it, they laughed at me when I failed, and I can remember how evil and hateful their laughs sounded. There was a strong voice who was kinda the leader of all the other voices, and he would often tell his friends, my enemies, that he will prove to them how worthless I am, and he really did, every single time. They used to visit me at night and make me cry, and in kindergarten they kept me away from all the kids who wanted to play with me. Being a quiet girl, I didn't really say how terrified and broken I felt. They disappeared in first grade, leaving me with a low self esteem to this day. I wonder why it all happened, I have a loving family and I'm considered smart and successful, I did spend months in the hospital to undergo some surgeries since I'm blind, but I was too young to remember anything. A few days ago I told my friend about the voices and all she said was: "what the fuck is wrong with you? You must be crazy." I wonder if she was right...
Are you a Cereal Killer?
The internet is like Crack to me!
I get that I'm useless, stupid, miserable, and etc. but it's at least better than you, you freaking asshole. (Sorry, just a reminder for myself)
'There's only one destiny we all share equally......Death......'
When I was a high school kid (I'm 20 now, so around 15-16 years old), I was sitting at lunch in the cafeteria and this girl who hated me for some reason took a smoothie and poured it on my head. At that point, everyone was staring, expecting a fight. But no. The smartass I am, I took a spoon, scraped some off my forehead and tasted it. I turned around and said "Thanks for the free drink" and gave her the most dumbest smile. Let's just say neither her or her friends messed with me for the rest of high school.
I used to want to be a prostitute
I thought gonorrhea was a was in east Asia
I accepted that I grew up with no father I keep moving forward because why would I stop for an asshole? why would I have suicidal thoughts for bad memories that already happend. There's always damage that come from a bad experience but only if u let urself get affected. 15 years later I find out. My older brother is still stuck in t.
I am one Aloof bastard...