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August 10: Name something you lost or gave away that can never be replaced.
I honestly wanted to come up with an object or possession for this entry but couldn’t find anything that was important enough to be irreplaceable. What I truly lost that can never be replaced is my childhood and my innocence. If there is one thing that makes me relate to Dean Winchester is the fact that I was never a child, just like him. Actually, Dean was luckier than me because he had a loving mother for at least 4 years, whereas I had no one. Absolutely no one. Almost literally –since I used to spend most of the day locked up inside my house, completely alone at that age. I don’t have good memories at all. All I remember is loneliness, sexual abuse, emotional abuse, and more loneliness; I’ve blocked almost everything for that reason. As an adult I’m trying to heal and move on from all that. I’m doing my best to leave those dreadful years in the past, but the truth is that I lost them. I should have been happy as a child, carefree, playful, and most importantly LOVED, but the time has passed and I will never have the chance to get my childhood back.
