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Some people hope that what happened to them never happens to anyone else. But then there's me, wishing the entire world would suffer as much as I have. You would never hear me say, "I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemies" because yes I would. In fact what happened to me should happen to them too and then some.

Some people hope that what happened to them never happens to anyone else. But then there's me, wishing the entire world would suffer as much as I have. You would never hear me say, "I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemies" because yes I would. In fact what happened to me should happen to them too and then some.

Some people hope that what happened to them never happens to anyone else. But then there's me, wishing the entire world would suffer as much as I have. You would never hear me say, "I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemies" because yes I would. In fact what happened to me should happen to them too and then some.

I'm proud of you. For surviving what no one saw, for carrying what no one understood, and for still choosing to be here today. Your strength isn't measured by how little you've suffered, but by how much you've endured without losing the will to keep going.

I genuinely don’t think that I was made to exist in this world. I’m too sensitive and everything about the world is too harsh, too hurtful. I can’t function like other people can, every minute feels like a fight to survive. This can’t be called a life.