Gabriel's hound
New Here
After what happened, I don't feel human. I feel unworthy, broken, and useless. I realized over this summer, for the first time in almost eight years, that I am human, real life flesh and soul, no worse than the people around me. I try to keep that realization at the forefront of my mind, but it gets so hard sometimes that I give in and go back. I'm a dog, just a little puppy dog, one who can't get hurt because I'm just a defenseless animal. I wear a dog collar to classes, a leash to bed, and chew a nylabone just before I fall asleep. I feel safer that way. I have beaten, ripped, stabbed, poisoned, burned, and cut my body in every way I could think of to show how sorry I was for something that was never my fault to begin with. I have never been to war, never been raped, or molested, or abused and I know I should count my blessings for that, but it actually makes me more ashamed. I can't just explain to people what happened. It takes too long and if I can make it all the way through the tale without breaking down, they look at me like, "That's all?" It makes me feel so weak. It's my fault I can't get this out of my head, my fault I can't accomplish all the things everyone else can. But it's alright. I'm just a dog, just a scared little puppy.