BrokenFromWithin

Ever since I was about two I've lived only with my mom, I saw my Dad once a week or something but that wasn't till I was a little older. So my mom punished me using spanking and of course this was justified (god knows why) in the 90s but it went beyond that for me. I don't know if this is what caused me so much trouble in my life but even when I was small like five or maybe younger it wasn't merely punishment it was blind rage. And she'd do that moronic thing where you tell the kid to stop crying ...

I figure I might as well write about it. And yet I find it hard to even do that. It feels like its all I have left to do but nothing will come of it. I'm almost certain these will go unread, which is probably a good thing. I've slowly started shutting people out of my life. I have no desire to speak to any of them nor do I feel the longing of their companionship as I once did. The only person I have around is my boyfriend and god knows why. I've managed to destroy him from the inside out the last ...