I've been depressed for about five years. I'm bipolar, and I'm bulimic. I've been bulimic for about two years now.
I was always that girl that everyone loved to hate. I got invited to parties just so that they would have someone to make fun of.
My parents always compare me to my brothers. They're better musicians, artists, and have always gotten better grades then me. My parents always have my brothers up on a pedestal, and make me feel worthless.
I'm bisexual and my parents are extremely religious and are completely against it. They would disown me if they found out that I like girls. I'm so scared that they'll find out. They're always telling me how gross and wrong they think it is, it makes me feel terrible.
My cousin use to beat me everyday, and still does sometimes when he gets mad. He gets mad a lot...
People are always telling me to just kill myself and that I'll never be loved and I'm just a waste of space. That I'm ugly, fat, stupid, and should just commit suicide.
Every boyfriend I ever had cheated on me and never actually liked me. They all left me heart broken and didn't seem to care. I fall in love easily and they always know how to take advantage of that.
On May 16th, exactly one month before my birthday... i got raped...
Aug 31, 2011
Sep 15, 2011