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I've hurt the ones I love the most with hateful words to
make them feel at least a bit of the pain I went through
every day. It wasn't their fault that they didn't understand the severity of my sickness, which I never attempted to explain. Though, it felt easier to label myself
as a psychopath rather than to have admitted to the
lack of introspection in an effort to justify my harmful
actions. Growing to be such a violent and angry individual was unbelievably contradictory to the sweet and
gentle little girl I used to be.
Feeling misunderstood and not heard or perceived in
the way I wanted was not a new concept for me. Tolerating how people took advantage of how I could easily be
molded into what they wanted me to be was something
I wasn't able to tolerate anymore.
I was losing everything, losing everyone, losing myself,
not even grasping the reality of becoming a shell of the
