HowSoonIsNow
" Oh, She was a victim of sweet suicide"
- Feb 2, 2020
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When I was a kid I used to spend the whole day at my grandma's house and she was a total bitch with me.
I used to be followed on my way back to home by a lot of people and they used to make fun of my face and try to make me hug them and she didn't did anything, she said I deserved it for being this way....a weird girl.
I used to being humiliate in the front of the whole class by a teacher, he used to use me as the class punching bag, I was the main joke, I didn't even knew why, but she said I deserved it, no one ever stood for me when I was so young.
She used to humiliate me for being ugly, having a curly hair, for being heavy as kid. I always loved birthday cake but she made sure to forget about it to me on my 11th birthday, I started to stand up for myself and she didn't liked it, she always called me useless for liking to draw, for liking to listen to a certain type of music...
After all those years I still can remember all of it, I don't think I'm able to have self steem or something like that, I can't believe that someone likes me or thinks that I'm pretty.
If she came to my funeral I'll make sure to haunt her, this is not even half of the history.
This what I am, a traumatized young adult who's been living the same day every day.
I used to be followed on my way back to home by a lot of people and they used to make fun of my face and try to make me hug them and she didn't did anything, she said I deserved it for being this way....a weird girl.
I used to being humiliate in the front of the whole class by a teacher, he used to use me as the class punching bag, I was the main joke, I didn't even knew why, but she said I deserved it, no one ever stood for me when I was so young.
She used to humiliate me for being ugly, having a curly hair, for being heavy as kid. I always loved birthday cake but she made sure to forget about it to me on my 11th birthday, I started to stand up for myself and she didn't liked it, she always called me useless for liking to draw, for liking to listen to a certain type of music...
After all those years I still can remember all of it, I don't think I'm able to have self steem or something like that, I can't believe that someone likes me or thinks that I'm pretty.
If she came to my funeral I'll make sure to haunt her, this is not even half of the history.
This what I am, a traumatized young adult who's been living the same day every day.
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