Feeling: I don't think there's a word for it... I just revealed my deepest darkest secret to just about everyone I IM with... I might as well tell the whole internet... I have been abused and molested throughout my life. My dad, uncle, and older cousin have all touched me inappropriately without my wanting it. My grandmother has beaten me with hangers, destroyed my property, smacked me, cursed me out, kicked me (out)... My mom has thrown me against a wall (though I did do that to her first). I am afraid of people, probably as a result of all this. I don't care about the sexual abuse, it hasn't affected me that much and I don't have to see those people very much. But can somebody please kill my grandma for me? No, don't... I hate the way she is so much, but she spoils me rotten with material things and pays for my food, clothes, and shelter... And I almost respect her for that... Almost. So in response to the question I was asked, "StrongSad (my rave-name, somehow), why are you so sad?" ... My answer is this: Because my grandmother beats me. It's fricking hilarious because it's true... Shit, does it always itch this much a week after you cut? It really isn't worth it... Goodnight everyone. ~ Beth