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About this blog

Don't expect many happy stories. Honestly I need somewhere I can write my fears, my cries, my struggles and yes sometimes my accomplishments. Somewhere I know I won't be bashed or hated or blamed or told to suck it up. So if you wanna read, well I hope something in here helps you. 

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I'm getting married!

To whom it may concern, Weird that some happy news might be on my blog haha. But I am getting married. To a man I barely know I know it seems crazy but he is the person who will never hurt me. I don't know why I feel this way. I can't understand it but when he looks at me....I don't wanna look away. When he smiles at me....I'm not scared of what he might think if he ever found out what happened to me. When he touches me....I don't wanna pull away. He loves me and I feel it. Like I rea

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AllyHatter

 

Bad day?

To whom it may concern, Today, I feel...weird. I don't really feel like its been a bad day. Somehow, I just went through the motions without really realizing what I was doing today. I just kinda snapped into it a few moments ago when I started writing. Seems like I may have been having a few of these days lately but I haven't really realized it 'till now. I know I went to work. I know I smiled and made jokes like I always do. I know I went for a smoke at lunch but I feel like these are some
 

Happy mother's day! From a daughter...to her mother.

To whom it may concern, It's mother's day and my mom has been an issue I have stayed away from for quite a while but I think I'm ready to talk about it. I wish it wasn't a issue but sadly it is so here goes. I have a mother. She is not exactly a mom. I wish she could be but she isn't exactly what you would call motherly. I was never able to tell her about my rape. I still couldn't tell her. A few stories for context. My earliest memory about feeling insecure was when I was about 10. My
 

Violated all over again

To whom it may concern, I'm not sure what I want to write today... I just know that writing somehow gives me a sense of peace. I like to just write random words at time. No sense to them. Sometimes it's just a jumble of words on a piece of paper, no real place, no real meaning. I used to draw a lot to calm myself. I stopped. I realized as I got older that I was no longer drawing things to calm me...I was angry. I would start drawing a flower and then all my pain and anger would come ou
 

Harassment and embarrassment

To whom it may concern, I don't get it. I mean I really don't get it. I'm a very quiet person. I don't stand out unless I feel comfortable. I do not wear provocative clothing cause I don't like eyes on me. I wear my glasses and hide behind my hair and yet still, it never stops.  Why do certain people feel the need to make me feel so small and uncomfortable. I am working at a factory. I love this job. I actually kinda feel comfortable there and have a few friends who make me laugh.

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It's been a while

To whom it may concern, It sure has been a while since I've been on here... I stopped coming to the site because I honestly felt worse somehow. I mean in the real world I have my smile to protect me, I have my secrets. I am safe. On here...you all know. You've all been through something similar and I think the knowledge that carrying this pain doesn't make a difference really scares me.  That boyfriend and I broke up. Mutual. I wanted more, he wanted less and we decided it was for

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My deepest, darkest secret.

To whom it may concern, I sort of have this secret that no one knows about me but it's something that really bothers me and that is honestly a huge part of my depression. Seven years ago, when I was raped, I got pregnant. I was a 13 year old who was pregnant. Here's the kicker. I didn't know I was pregnant until a week later when I got really bad pain in my stomach and went to the bathroom and found blood and stuff. It scared me but I was smart enough to know not to go to my parents. They a

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Again. Almost.

To whom it may concern, I know it seems impossible, improbable but I must attract horrible experiences. Maybe I did something in a previous life. Maybe I was a murderer. Possibly Jack the Riper. Seems to be fitting punishment if I was.  Last night, I had a migraine. Usually, cold air helps so I decided, like an idiot, to go out for a walk around 2 am. Stupid, right? I was just heading back home, another 20 min and I would be in my house, warm and safe but that future was not in the car

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Seven years

To whom it may concern, I am sure I have mentioned this before but I want to re-examine what's going on and write it all down. Seven years. It has been seven years since it happened. Since he hurt me. It's actually going to be eight years this year.  I read a post a few months ago that said; Today in science class, I learned every cell in our entire body is replaced every seven years. How lovely it is to know, one day I will have a body you will never have touched. I found th

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The rain.

To whom it may concern, Have you ever stood outside in the rain, looked up and just felt the rain fall on your face, felt the drops roll down your skin? I'm sure a lot of you have cried, of course everyone has at one point or another, but I mean really cried. The kind of crying where you can feel your entire soul reaching out. The kind of crying where you feel knots in your stomach and a relief when it's over. Like it has given you a chance to start over. Not like it really is a clean slate

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AllyHatter

 

My Depression

To whom it may concern, I've been sitting here, staring at this screen for over five minutes. I'm not sure what to write. I feel low. I feel myself slipping more and more these past few days. I was on top of the world with a man who loved me a few days ago. I was finally feeling okay and starting to believe I was more then just a victim. More then just this piece of shit no one bothers to even look at.  Today, I feel like every inch of my physical pain is just what I deserve. I...am ju

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AllyHatter

 

Relationship?

Decided I would now start these entries with the following; To whom it may concern, I started seeing someone. Someone I care very much about. He makes me smile. I even went off my depression meds for a few days because he was around and all I feel when he's around is happiness and safety. I'm afraid though. He is so amazing. He has a child, he is faithful, smart, funny, caring. He takes interest in me like no one ever has. We have a lot in common but not everything and even the things

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Migraines

So I get chronic migraines. They're painful and horrible and I can barely move when I get them. I can't stand light, I over heat, and I throw up a lot. It's truly terrible. And I'm currently experiencing one. The only remedy I have is sleep and for some reason I can't sleep. It's stupid.  I know it sound silly but I blame him for my migraines. Hell I blame him for every horrible thing wrong with my body. I know it's not his fault but so many things are, why not stack on migraines.  The

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Good morning...not really

Well, I'm still awake. Haven't slept all night. You know, I always figured that by now I'd have my shit together and be done worrying about this stuff. I gotta head to work in a bit but I figured if I'm gonna be honest with myself I had better write it down. Otherwise I know I can't face shit I got going on. Hell, I can barely face myself most days. This morning should be simple. Go buy smokes, go to work, come home, tell myself I'll clean after my nap, then just lay in bed staring at the c

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My story

Hey there. If you're reading this, it's because you've been through something horrible. Like me. I was told telling your story is apparently suppose to help. So here goes.    I was 13. I come from a very strict, religious household. Around 13, I was still a little nerd who only wanted to read Shakespeare and save the world through music. Hell, a part of me still is that girl. Point is, it was almost my 14th birthday and truthfully I had never disobeyed my parents but you know how that

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