Held down and blackmailed by adult female cousin to let the dog lick the peanut butter off. Was 7. Was also forced to do something to a cat. Then that incident was used for more blackmail. Was molested and raped by her. Been combative ever since.
Fucked up things happen to normal people.
Just because something bad happened doesn't steal my ability to be normal right?
I love this place. It makes everything I say framed as surreal and a troll.
It doesn't matter how open or honest I am.
And I get to hide here.
Why do I feel such a strong need to express what happened?
Well I expressed it here. Now I can bury it.