You always hear let it out. Well not at 3 am. I have no clue what keeps waking me up but I don't think it is anything dark or sinister. I just know that I keep waking up with a million thoughts rushing through my head. Did I do everything I needed to? Did I remember enough to not repeat history's mistakes? Can I trust myself? Can I trust myself to know a bad person from a good one? Am I what others have told me over the years? A whore, slut, did I enjoy it like my best friend said. Am I really a murder like I've felt about myself for 20 damn years? When the hell does it stop? When do I forgive myself? When does it stop getting thrown back in my face? Will I ever LOVE myself again? I feel love from others, but from me forget it.
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My Journey
Non-FictionThis is a true story of three of the worst times in my life. Of how I could have prevented it all by following my gut. Ladies and gentlemen if you have ever been assaulted be forewarned my book will probably bring up bad memories, sleepless nights...
