I wanted to be comfortable. I had one thing to say. But I couldn't decide what I wanted to share. Maybe I was just too afraid. Or how I hurt myself intentionally. Maybe because I was abused. Lost trust in humanity. I'm disgusting by my own kind. I wanted to cry. You were so open with yours. Told us everything. I believe if I had the choice to say more than one thing about me, I would of said everything.
I didn't like being put on the spot to tell one secret. Everyone was listening. I froze. I was a secretive person. All I had to say. Cheeks burned red. I just wanted to scream everything out. Maybe it's a sign that I wanted help but too weak and uncomfortable around people. Now I wish I was greedier. Today could of changed something in me.
How I hate myself more than anything.
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