I don’t know what I deserve.
I was abused for 29 years and 4 months of my life and then I ran away, thinking that would surely be the end of it.
But then I found myself in a situation that is in some ways eerily similar to my past life. And it sets off panic inside me. So much so that I chose to run away from my life last night.
I’m breaking down at work. I’m breaking down at school. I’m breaking down in the bathroom. I’m breaking down everywhere. And I don’t need to be.
There’s so much I need to write about. So much I need to think about. But I can barely write because I am without a computer right now. It seems like everything happens at once, and then God likes to throw you some random extra thing just to fuck with you a little more.
I’m hanging on by a very thin thread. Very. Thin. Thread.