When I was 11 my dad raped me while he was drunk. That gives him no excuse. He raped me after my cousins birth day party. I was never the same since then. Over the years he has beaten me. He never tried to rape me after that but it still hurt. I have scars on my back from when he burned me. There is a scar on my knee from him cutting me. After that happened I started eating my emotions. He would start to call me a fatty and a whore... I then got really depressed. I forced myself to stop eating and I started to cut and isolate myself. I did start to get better after I told someone last year... But then I didn't. I still have depression and I struggle to not cut. I force myself to stop eating by snapping rubber bands on my left wrist. It works.
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Short Storythis is the hardest parts of my life. I am writing this book to help others... so ya
