Lately T seems to be mentioning the word abuse. I tell her that it was just my life, just normal. Today she said about me having regessed stuff. I know that word but I look it up anyways, and something about actually Reading about it hits home. Somewhere deep, deep inside of me I know. Its all so difficult to see when as I say it was just my life, so heyho, but somewhere deep, deep inside me its not heyho, its awful, but still, it was just my life.