One day, I will tell my children my stories. They will know my mistakes, but they will never know your name.
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@thisautumnheart
One day, I will tell my children my stories. They will know my mistakes, but they will never know your name.
I’m sorry i spoke. I’ll go back to being fuckable.
bitches really do be thinking they did something funny when they mock hypersexual people and say things like “ slut disorder ” “ sO EVERy TeeN tHesE DAyS!!! ” or calling us thots and hoes like shut the fuuuckk uuupp
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youre my hypersexuality getting beaten with a hammer because you were yelling at me to masturbate to cope with every problem i have
Even my suffering is sexualized. To what lenghts do I have to go too stop being a sex object? Will murdering my abuser be seen as hot? Will they still jerk of to me as I keep my abuser's bloody and chopped off fingers in my mouth? Will they still tell me to undress as I rip their guts out?
i have witnessed things most children dont even realize is possible to i have been subject to horrors and nowhere were you there to help or comfort me i am the victim of a fucking crime and you have the gall to call me dramatic??
My innocence was sold like a piece of unripe fruit
do u love me or are u using me
I want to spill my guts about everything that happened between him and I. I want to tell someone in detail what i did for him.
me: *literally dissociates during any kind of sexual activity*
also me: okay but what if i’m just faking all of it though
i mean nothing to you
me, trying to explain to my abuser that what he did was wrong:
do you ever just sit there and think about how your childhood was torn away from you, and how you’ll never ever get those years back
how the adults in your life fucking failed you and now you’re paying for it