No matter what I'm doing, where I am, or what it seems like I'm feeling, that's what I'm thinking. That's what I fall asleep thinking. It's what I wake up thinking. It surrounds all my other thoughts. No other feeling is ever anywhere near it; that's who I am now. That is my life every day, and that's what I have felt, worse every year as every abuse gets worse and entrenched. So many years have passed of my being abused EVERY DAY that people who were children when it started are inculcated into the hatred of me and think it's normal to bully me to death.
Copyright L. Kochman, February 18, 2017 @ 11:45 a.m.
