- Outcast
- Unwanted
- Broken
Up at 4:30am.
Thought for today include remembering when my family called social services on me instead of offering me any help.
When I was a child one Christmas mummers came to our house and I answered the door to a gun pointed in my face. I can still feel the fear just thinking about it. Everyone involved felt bad but I so believed it traumatized me.
Anxiety is bad today; I hate it so much. Thoughts going wild. Did anyone in my family ever say anything good about me? I remember my dad made a couple of random nice comments in my lifetime but as of now I can not remember any more positives. I remember being labeled bad, crooker, liar.
I do have one thing to clue up from work, I need to send back my equipment since I was terminated without notice. I must call and make the arrangements and the thought is destroying me. Why must I be so broken?
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