After the 2nd time I was raped, things haven't been the same and my sense of self slips further away as time marches on. Rarely does anything seem fun, fulfilling or worthwhile. Very little motivation to get anywhere in life. My self-esteem is extremely low because I feel ugly as hell and tainted. I feel like a sex toy with consciousness. Can't seem to maintain or find decent relationships, partially due to sex being difficult. Basically no family. Few friends and I can't tell if I'm really myself around them or not. It's like I forgot pieces of who I even am. Not a day goes by where I don't think about what happened, sometimes having flashbacks. I think about getting revenge a lot and it can't be healthy. The only emotions I seem to feel on a regular basis anymore are hate, anger, fear, sadness or absolute nothingness. The void.
I wish I could connect with other people, but it's like my heart won't allow it. The heart is too scared to get burned again by people claiming to be lovers or friends, leaving me awfully lonely.
Sick of suffering. Sick of existing only to hurt more instead of healing. I don't want to be alive anymore and I wish the rapists were dead, so no one else can get hurt.
I wish I could connect with other people, but it's like my heart won't allow it. The heart is too scared to get burned again by people claiming to be lovers or friends, leaving me awfully lonely.
Sick of suffering. Sick of existing only to hurt more instead of healing. I don't want to be alive anymore and I wish the rapists were dead, so no one else can get hurt.