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I am sitting on this cold concrete.

Spilling my heart and soul,

To a computer.

Because I do not know who here I can spill my past to yet.

This emotionless technology knows everything.

My dirty secrets.

My true thoughts.

My disturbed past.

And you,

You know nothing.

So you do not get to give your two cents about anything.

Because you do not know everything.

And if you did,

You might think twice about the words coming out of your mouth.

I know you hear it all the time.

“If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”

or the most popular.

“Have you walked in their shoes?”

So let me tell you a little about myself.

I am eighteen years old.

My parents got divorced when I was 4 months old.

I was raped at the age of 8.

I was physically abused by my brother,

From the ages of 10 to 16.

I was bullied In high school at 13.

After that I became depressed and suicidal.

I was sent to the hospital by my school,

Because they thought I was going to off myself.

And let me tell you,

They were right.

One direction saved my life.

Not in the literal sense.

Like they pushed me out of the way of oncoming traffic.

But more in the sense of If I did not listen to Little Things 3 years ago,

I would have killed myself.

I have self harm scars on my forearm and leg,

From as long ago as 2 weeks.

I have had weight issues my whole life.

When I entered college I finally got the confidence I needed.

Now if what you have to say is still relevant…

I am all ears.