dumpsterfire
my melody
- Jul 19, 2023
- 32
my life's story is incomplete, for fear of getting banned or some retarded shit i wont say my age, but compared to a lot on this site im really young. I was groomed very many times, before i was even a teenager, and im now just learning some of the dark things that happened to my younger self. Instead of telling me what happened and that it was wrong and not my fault that older men hurt me, my parents instead avoided it completely and blamed me for not doing what i was supposed to. I grew up too quickly, and i was ruined and tainted. I didnt have a childhood, because my parents didnt know how to deal with a child so they made me into an adult so they could deal with me. They treated me like an employee, and my dad always told me facts not feelings, my mom discouraged me drawing girls without smiles because i should draw happy drawings. happy drawings would make me happier. I got really depressed as a kid because my parents took me into a cyber charter and socially isolated me, putting me in a cubicle at their work from 6-5pm. The only thing i was allowed to do was walk to a grocery store and a chick filet for lunch and a monster. I really liked the walks because i got to watch people from afar and listen to music and do retarded little dances to them without worrying about someone looking into my cubicle and giving me a weird look. I found my only source of the outside world through online. I would constantly use my school provided tablet and macbook to go to a website called pixilart and call my friends on zoom, i would vent and they would lead me down some dark paths. I stole a laptop and got discord, and i found some toxic friends who got me into some drugs and got groomed yet again. I sold my body for validation, because in my mind sex and romance were what i had to give for the exchange of love. I craved the validation of older men, because it was familiar and it felt so good to have someone tell me i was beautiful and smart and that they loved me. im scared and i always have been, im a petrified little girl masquerading as a confident strong adult. i dont know what im doing anymore, i dont know why i dont just kill myself now. what thread of care do i have for the people in my life who care about me anymore. i bitched to my situationship ffor over an hour about my problems and i cried and i just left. he's texting me that i shouldnt have said sorry for bitching and that i had a rough go of it ect whatever whatever, but i dont want his pity. i hurt him and will continue to hurt him and i dont know what he sees in me enough to stay. I don't know how people see me as normal and optimistic when nothing matters and we're all just going to die anyways. i just need the end to be here, or i just need to stop breathing. whichever comes first.