Moms don't do that. My fault. God hated me. I deserved it. Cut and hurt myself so I don't feel anymore. T finally knows the truth, but that makes me want to hurt myself. No one should have to hear this s$&t. It's my fault. Moms don't do that. I never told anyone until now, and I feel horrid knowing someone knows. What if she finds out?

I didn't like it. I didn't like it. And I feel so flicking alone.