I don’t think you realize how much your words affect me. You keep telling me things and I can only handle so much. Sorry its my fault I was molested, sorry its my fault I was bullied, sorry it’s my fault I’m so messed up. But what do you care, right? I mean, you yourself told me I was nobody. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should just disappear forever, because I can tell you one thing. I am tired of living. Is that my fault, too?
I know what it is like, my grandmother does the same thing, she always makes me feel unwanted, your beautiful, and strong, and your mother doesn’t want you to grow up, try being yourself and having fun with your friends, get out of the house more often,or join a club at school, why not choir or band? Also try listening to music, Evanesance, Black Veil Brides,stuff like that, loud, but truthful, i hope it gets better for you.
It’s not your fault. I’ve been through/am going through the same things. Molested. Bullied. Put down constantly and hurt. Abused verbally constantly. It’s not your fault. You can’t control other people or their actions. You are somebody. And you know what? People like us who’ve been through and are going through so much are so valuable. Obviously we will serve a great purpose when come through this. Only great people go through real trials. Stay strong and keep control of what’s in your power. Injuring and eating. Instead of taking control of that by injuring, don’t injur. Instead of starving or binging, eat healthy and give yourself a break. Your imperfections.make you the perfect version of you. Love yourself and take control for YOU. Do something great for you. You’ve got way too much potential and promise to give up on yourself.