Category : Diary/Journal

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Ever since I,  Scarlett Heart was born,  I was ignored. When I came out the wound I was appreciated only the tiniest bit. Everyone was surrounded by me. They were disappointed that there wasn't another baby coming out. They left in gloominess.  My mom brought me home. She pit me in a crib. She threw her other crib against the wall, and had a meltdown. I cried all night,  she ignored me. I was silent during the day with no love or attention.  She named me Scarlett Bell Heart. She named me Scarlett because one day, she left me alone and I got tired of it.  I threw a broken plastic,  empty since the day I was born,  at her.  The broken part cut her and gave her a scar. I was starving and on the verge of dying. She out me In a box outside for a week. People fed me. It was my first time eating a full meal. I was 3 weeks.