Most days I can just do what I have to do to get through the day. I feel like I am on auto-pilot; just going through life without really living or experiencing things. I cry a lot because I cannot seem to feel like a whole person. I look at other people and compare myself to them. Why are they so happy? Why am I the one who feels like I shouldn't be here? I feel like a huge part of me is missing. Who am I really? Who would I have been if I did not experience the abuse that happened to me? Everyone tells me that I am so strong for being able to survive the abuse and still make something out of my life, but I don't really believe that. I don't know who I am really, but I am doing a good job of pretending.
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