18 Years of God Damn Bullshit...

By xxxtheghostofyouxxx

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Poems and stories from my chaotic life because I love to trauma dump with sexy words. Be kind, and enjoy <3 More

Memories of my Mother Haunt Me
I Have a Memory Both of my Parents Say Isn't Real
Charlie & the Chocolate Factory
I Had So Much Faith in Those Weeks
He Took Me to the Ferry on a Cold Misty Day
I Hated it When You Were Gone
Black Cat
Little City Stars
The Moon is Broken and You are Blind
I Remember We Cried the Same
Escape
They Said I Had No Loyalty
I Don't Need Your Arms Anymore
For the Person Who Has Been the Cruelest to Me
Breakfast
Crazy
Mania is a False Joy
Bathroom Therapy
If my body and mind should re-connect
Adrenaline Junkie
The Curse of Memory
Betrayal
A Sonnet for English
Letter to My Mother
The First One I Sent
Love Letter to a Dog
Getting Kicked Out at 16
I Remember Calling Strangers on Her Bed
Excerpt from Ellen Foster
First Forgiveness
I have no hair apon my head
Circus Robot
Scrabble
Escapism
Letter to My Best Friend
Don't Worry, Be Hoppy!
I've grown to hate the safety of a cage
What was that thing about leopards and spots?
Me: Minus the Guilt
Time is a measurable fear
"Hi Skool Sux"
(Almost) Note
The Days Before
Letter to my Father
Her Letters
Earth, The Mother
Cutting my Memories Out Like Pieces of Yarn
Confession
When Am I Done Writing?
Missing Files
My Secret
Comfortable
Femininity as a Memory
Love Letter to my Trans Body
Lonely Friend
Losing Control
Ruby Handed
I Wish it Were Easier to be Without Skin
Ghost
Captions
2-21-21
Story
A Week and One Day Since She Died
10-7-21
10-8-21
Half Man; Half Mexican
Noise Complaint
Mark Me
School Days
Parents
C*ntboy
Queerboy
Fightboy
Masc
Honey Moth
Body of Bones
Southbound
New Era 2/5/22
Love and Hooking up in the Time of Transition
I Love Your Silence
Enemies
Good Morning

After Reading the Case Report

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By xxxtheghostofyouxxx

((condensed version))

Monday, December 16, 2019

My mind seems to be blocking everything out. I should feel something but I just don't anymore.

I know what my family thinks of me.

They all think I have behavioral problems.

When did I become this kid that people in my family talk shit about?

When did I become someone who would lie about sexual abuse/misconduct?

When did I become an issue?


Should I even care enough to clear my name?

Should I care what they think?

They're my family, but if they think these things are they really in my corner?


Without them I feel so alone

It's a somewhat new feeling

I think I want a family

I should cut them off

Let them think what they will


I'm tired of hurting over them

Of not being believed

Of not being accepted

Of not feeling welcomed

I deserve to feel like a person

Instead of a problem

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