Category : Diary/Journal

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My life is hardly ever peaceful. Sometimes when I go to bed I can still hear the hollering. Its like a never ending battle with some force waiting for my soul to get weak enough.but it never will. People tell me how brave i am, and how smart,godly,and independent I am. Because they never see me cry. I hide my tears. And I'm very good at it. But when they do see, they say its either PMS or something like "cut the bullshit." Then they compare my problems to theirs and explain how I have no right to cry. But I'm sorry I cant drink booze,smoke weed,and pop pills for the pain. They'll never understand me. I don't express my feelings because the last I did I got a shrink hired for me. All beacause I put up with their bullshit. Then they say they understand and continue to mentally destroy me. But they don't see the harm. Because I'm "strong". So I'll start doing what everyone recommended. I'll write a diary.... Welcome to the diary of Audrey B.