My whole life. All the time that was taken from me, and all I can do now is run and never hide from that shit and people associated with that shit. It might end up taking my job or apartment because some random people assumed I can’t work and live on my own despite working and living on my own.

Nothing will lessen the pain as everyone believes I deserved to be abused and that I should just know my place in society as a thing everyone abuses and nothing else. I should just get over it and accept that I’m less than everyone else and that I’m not a human being.

The same people abusing me, locking me away from society, and raising me to be a burden they wish died already so they wouldn’t need to deal with me anymore would fight tooth and nail for me to not kill myself though. I’m loved somehow. But when I’m not trying to die, you want me to die. Which is it?

Actually nothing happened. I’m mourning nothing. I was a spoiled child who had everything and a perfect childhood with everything. Nothing ever happened to me.