TW:mentions of scars,knife,and sex


I’m sorry you never got the validation and reassurance that you constantly yearned for and deserved. I’m sorry that you had to find love elsewhere because the two parents that said that loved you so much couldn’t provide you with the sufficient amount of love. I’m sorry that they didn’t believe you when you said that you were depressed. I’m sorry that you had to hide such negative feelings in fear of being a problem or stress cause for your mother or father. I’m sorry that you never learned conversational skills yet alone being able to express your opinion openly. I’m sorry that you had to learn what a heartbreak was at such a young age. I’m sorry that you got exposed to the internet at such a young age. I’m sorry that you thought that you knew what “love” was. I’m sorry that you got sex stripped from you as such a young age. I’m sorry that you had to go through with your parents not believing you. I’m sorry that you had to tell your sister and in the end after several years to learn that she in fact was involved with it too. I’m sorry that you didn’t know or see the signs sooner. I’m sorry that they raised your voice at you or made you feel bad for doing things that made you ultimately happy. I’m sorry that you never really had a good childhood despite moving from your hometown to some fuck ass country that youve never heard of before. I’m sorry that they weren’t emotionally available for you. I’m sorry that you felt like you had something to prove to them. I’m sorry that you had to go through pain at such a young age. I’m sorry that you put that knife to your arm. I’m sorry that you scar so easily. I’m sorry that you get hurt so easily. I’m sorry that you feel like you’re not growing. I’m sorry that they manipulated you and now in which you carry it on into your relationship. I’m sorry that you don’t understand relationships. I’m sorry that you got exposed. I’m sorry that people think less of you when they see you. I’m sorry that can’t move on. I’m sorry that your fighting with your adult self and your actual self. I’m sorry that you developed anxiety along with schizophrenia. I’m sorry that the pills and therapy didn’t work for you. 
But most of all I’m sorry for inventing you. I should’ve squashed you like a bug a long time ago. 

Sincerely,
Yours truly, The Real Me