MY STORY

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by aveaeqeq

by aveaeqeq

So, this is going to be a support book for all of us who are in deep depression, suicideal.

If you were raped, molusted, abused, or anything like that let me tell you first hand,

IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT.

Let me share my story.

I was raped , on july 16, 2018. i sneaked out with some friends, and at the house i was thrown into a dark room, tied down and raped.

So, for a year after it happened, i pretended everything was ok. i pretended to be happy go lucky, but inside i was dying amillion times over. I was crying myself to sleep everynight. I was very good at putting on a mask. i smiled, laughed all the time, but i felt nothing but sadness all the time.

In june the next year, i started partying, drinking, and doing weed just to ease the pain and fill the emptiness. I got my first bf, i slept with him to forget.

Turns out he was gay and was using me to cover up his sexuity, i was a bitch and exposed him. i still feel horrible about that.

im still partying. i am doing it to distract myself. i hate life.

i cut.

im suicidal.

i hate myself.