Fuck it.

Okay.

I'm done. 

So done. 

Today is two days and a year since I died. 

I'm ready. 

Remember that I had this secret that I didn't want to tell anybody about (even you)? You're going to hear it today, I'll edit the post later and you'll receive the information.

When I was eight, a boy told me he loves me, out of some fear I said I love him too, a mistake I made, after a while it ended up as we being a secret couple.
Nobody knew and we will occasionally meet together and have more than just a playful date.
It was kisses and soon afterwards it ended up with semi-sex (nude grinding), ever since, I don't think I'm normal.

I'm more than normal fucked up.
I fucked myself up, and I was too young to understand it.
And look, I'm not like the raped ones, sexually harressed children, I choose to do it.
And nobody knows it, even today.
I'm not planing that others will too.
I just can't take this anymore.
I'm almost thirteen and it happened when I was seven and eight.
It's sick.
I want to kill myself now.
I deserve no chances.
I already wasted them.
I'm disgusting.

You are now more than just invited to hate me, write terrible first comments, I won't censor them, I just don't care anymore.

And now I'm clicking on the publish, not sure if I should or not.

Fuck it