This post maybe too personal, I may not elaborate further just to protect the life of others.
I could not find a word to express the pain! I become obsessed with my own misery. In my most broken time, it always runs through my mind all the desperate and abusive things that happen, it may physically or mentally.
I was in a world where no one wanted to live with. I felt worthless all the time.
Being once an abandoned, In my very innocent mind, I don’t have any means to get through from the world I was. Every day, I was scared and I find my self crying all night long, I could not think of anything. I grow up alone, no one to talk to, no one protect me on the cruelty of life, neither somebody at my side. This is the adversity of life that i could not explain.
Despite of this, I never stop dreaming. Every day is a struggle but i have to face it! I never stop believing that one day i will overcome all these.
At my lowest, I always found myself in front of my laptop. Expressing thoughts that only me could imagine. Sometimes i may live in a fantasy as i know my thoughts can relieved me. I have so many friends but because i used to live alone, i always ended up in my room. I am not used to have someone to comfort me. I am not also asking for a sympathy.
I am known to be somebody who you can turn to, but strange may seem, i could not help myself!
At this age, am still asking myself… What would be my turning point?