Next thing I know, Im in the corner of my room sucking my thumb and crying babbling who knows what.. and then I snapped out of it...but I still felt this horrible feeling, and I had to start sobbing.....I felt like I was laying on a bed of thorns...this horrible desperate feeling of being completely isolated and hurt.
I dont understand why I had such a strong reaction, or why I ended up that way..it was really scary. My mother used to leave me and I never knew when she was coming back....as a result I was often alone, wandering around in the street or in other peoples houses..when she did get home..she never even asked where I was (I wasnt even 10 years old yet)...
and I felt that way...I felt like I had no refuge...I feel like trash...I feel like people can choose to throw me away whenever they want...
Its not so much I dont want my T to have a day off...but I keep feeling that she hates me, that im too much..im just too much crap for her....and she wants me to go away....that she dreads to see me going to her office..she just dreads seeing my face....
I just feel like I should have been thrown out a window when my parents had the chance....
Ide rather be a childs face on a news reporting my death...that be alive and feel like Ill never know what its like to feel like im cared for and have my needs met as a kid.
So now I am spontaneously finding myself in corners...and at friends houses...my friend told me I suddenlys started talking like a little kid and ...
All I can think is...Im never gonna be normal.