So many people wonder how I do it. How I continue to live even after the worst has happened to me. But that is exactly what I do. I live.
My family has moved over and over in my life, they say it's due to my father's job, but he won't tell me what it is.and I know better. I can only gather certain a few clues they give away to try and piece together my past. You'd think I lebih than anyone should know it, yet I haven't even started learning about it, at the moment all I know is. When I was a baby I got shot in a hostage situation. We moved. I met my best friend and her big brother. A few years later at age 7 I was kidnapped for about a bulan and unfortunately had my captor force himself upon me. We moved again. My family noticed that I had begun to act oddly, like there was two different me's in one body. I started getting serious about art but the things I drew scared my teachers and classmates. We moved again. My actions got worse and my little sister was born. We stayed there for a while. At age 13 I acquired my first stalker they would and still do follow me around tracking me on the internet. I got teased a lot for my artwork and never had any friends. We moved. Age 14 I got my saat stalker they still send me nonstop questions: Where are you? Why don't anda Cinta me? Can anda meet me? After going to a party with some Rawak classmate I realized my phobia for being touched, and it has slowly gotten worse. Along with my two different selves. We moved. I start to notice my family is slowly falling apart, and every night I have weird dreams of life, but it's not my life but others, and all the dreams end in their death. Age 15 we moved to America where I was diagnosed with spilt personalties, got my third known stalker, learned my best friend's brother, someone I once had a crush on was dying of cancer. Got fanpop. I just turned 16 recently. My therapist thinks I'm Brave that I still smile and laugh and not mop around my house. But what else can I do? Dwelling on it won't make it any better, it won't undo what was done. I have thought of killing myself then I realized that would be governing in, letting them have what they want. So instead of giving in and giving up I live. And I plan on continuing to do so.
My family has moved over and over in my life, they say it's due to my father's job, but he won't tell me what it is.and I know better. I can only gather certain a few clues they give away to try and piece together my past. You'd think I lebih than anyone should know it, yet I haven't even started learning about it, at the moment all I know is. When I was a baby I got shot in a hostage situation. We moved. I met my best friend and her big brother. A few years later at age 7 I was kidnapped for about a bulan and unfortunately had my captor force himself upon me. We moved again. My family noticed that I had begun to act oddly, like there was two different me's in one body. I started getting serious about art but the things I drew scared my teachers and classmates. We moved again. My actions got worse and my little sister was born. We stayed there for a while. At age 13 I acquired my first stalker they would and still do follow me around tracking me on the internet. I got teased a lot for my artwork and never had any friends. We moved. Age 14 I got my saat stalker they still send me nonstop questions: Where are you? Why don't anda Cinta me? Can anda meet me? After going to a party with some Rawak classmate I realized my phobia for being touched, and it has slowly gotten worse. Along with my two different selves. We moved. I start to notice my family is slowly falling apart, and every night I have weird dreams of life, but it's not my life but others, and all the dreams end in their death. Age 15 we moved to America where I was diagnosed with spilt personalties, got my third known stalker, learned my best friend's brother, someone I once had a crush on was dying of cancer. Got fanpop. I just turned 16 recently. My therapist thinks I'm Brave that I still smile and laugh and not mop around my house. But what else can I do? Dwelling on it won't make it any better, it won't undo what was done. I have thought of killing myself then I realized that would be governing in, letting them have what they want. So instead of giving in and giving up I live. And I plan on continuing to do so.
