I Guess its a construction, but i guess that start wit the traumas and some the abuses as a kid,
i started talking with strangers when a lot young, really lot young
And a kid wants love, not sex, not at that age
And then sex, it was what they say its love
Then love was sex
And if you love someone, is sexual attraction
If you give me attention then i may like you, and think i'm loving you
The fact that when someone stays with you and loves you,is not only for sex, love isnt sex
Is still very Confusing to me, yk
It makes sense bcs no one wants to feel used, even tho people say its love
Then my family.
Well, my dad did run away bcs of them, he kinda did run away from me too, but he couldnt stay, he wanted to not khs
And also my sexuality, gender wich i dont even feel like ????
liking someone no matter body still feel harmfull as it is?
Dad's part of the family
making me think if i'm not in the way they want,was'll be not worth enough for anyone then
Treating you like a child and supressing you to be an adult
The fights with mom, the fact that her bipolar mom and addicted and alcoholic was extremely abusive and then it reflecys on her, then on me
The momey problems, for years and years, since mom is she only one taking care of everything
Also, i was born at 5 months and half, so it got a ytauma for me and my mom
Even tho i dont see it, it wasnt even there for me
I was born close to death, almost died times and times and she gor depression after
She did passed it all, but had a cost
And well, i dont feel nothing about this
Or what i feel
Its like if they ask if white is happy or sad
Its just white
Sh is part of my life, as an anxious i am very sensible
Not only sensorial, but as a person i think everything Just fucking affects me so much
depression starting at 11, then the lost memory, the rough fight to get meds bcs of mom, some parts of school when i was really young
Thr anxiety attacks, the feel of losing your mind, the fact of trauma that desintegrated me
I also passed years thinking defending myself wasnt worth
Sometimes i still think it is
And after, its mental health, its suicide, its depression anxiety, the feeling youre not real and no one is, everything and everyone is a lie
I've been a while on this
5 years
And well, the memory issues destroyed me
Every part of my life destroyed me
I dont think anything is real
I wrote a fucking bible, i'm sorry
Never said a word in this site
English is not my first language