i mean i rlly shouldn't be so shy ab posting online considering how bold most are on the internet and yet blatantly wrong
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i mean i rlly shouldn't be so shy ab posting online considering how bold most are on the internet and yet blatantly wrong
I just want to stop getting hurt.
"I don't know what it is what it is but there's something about your child that makes me want to be mean to them" My fourth grade teacher at parent teacher conferences. Later in the year she proceeded to threaten to put a dead mouse in my bagpack. Send me to other rooms for opening a book when not supposed or when I cried. When I tried to appease her and made her a snowflake it was dumped in front of my eyes with coffee spilled all over it. She isolated me from others and I had no friends she would call me weird and would gather the class during community meetings to belittle the problems other students had. I was nine then. TO THIS DAY I all terrified of being alone or isolated. I build ten foot walls around myself. I didn't want to talk to anyone about it and being called weird used to be a huge trigger for me. I don't tell my problems to anyone and I have huge anxiety issues about having tension or unresolved conflicts with people. Every day was hell in fourth grade and I'll never forget it. It killed me inside as I would cry every single day about school. Because I was taught by her I didn't deserve friends I always think that people will walk out on me. And they always have. She had such a profound effect on my life she jumpstarted the depression in my life and fueled self worthless thoughts. Today I still cry about fourth grade because I realize that's what led me to have no confidence in middle school and intimately lose myself. I felt and feel worthless of affection. I shy away from any type of realationship with others because I don't think I deserve it. I don't know what to do. With myself or others It kills me slowly inside.
One time my partner and i were going to make a video to send to our friend that recently moved to Florida. Instead we had too many tequila shots and ended up filming ourselves having sex. Then we watched our sex tape (lol) and decided that we should probably make porn.