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Hate is a strong word

Hates a strong word, I only use it because I’m slightly still bothered…. But what I can say is that I despise you. You’re disgusting. I despise how you lied to my face and made me feel like I was safe in your arms. I despise how you told me you’d never leave; throwing bullshit…

My last 24 hours of Mayhem

What you are about to read is numerous text messages between myself and well, let’s say more than a friend (ex friend now). It’s been an extremely complicated few months not just for me but for Sandra (name changed for anonymity). We both have PTSD, but I am much older, I’m turning 40 and she…

Caught having sex in jail

I’ve been gay since I was 9 years old, that’s when I learned the realness of sex with guys. But sex is sex no matter how or where you do it, but, you also have to be careful to not be caught while having sex. And that’s what happened with me and a room /…

When does someone’s gender not be an issue

I am saddened to see that this world still strives to keep some people behind purposely. When does the color of someone’s skin not be a barrier? When does someone’s gender not be an issue? When does someone’s financial level not be a blocker to a better life?

Drive Through Relationship

Here I was young, wild, and free. Not looking for anything just living the life as it came…hanging out with friends, and then I see you one day come through the drive through of my fast food job place something about those eyes of yours that locked with mine for like 5 seconds and the…

I have been raped more times than I can remember

My name is Kelli, it’s just a name, not who I am. I do not know exactly WHO I AM. I long to know, trust me. My entire life has revolved around my past, though I do not technically have a past, it’s been going on non-stop. I was raped numerous time from the time…

I only just met this guy

It’s the summer after 8th grade, it was a very hot day and I was at my soon to be high school: going to do flag try-outs. As I got off the bus I reunited with my older sister and her friend. At the time who I had never met before, although we were very…

Moving Home Made Me Upset

I am already seventeen years old. We don’t have a permanent home (we rent house each time we move to a place). The last few years of my life, we’re just moving places within the city. But just last month, we moved from the southern part of the country to the northern part. It made…

My poor dogs when we became homeless

In September twenty sixteen I was twelve years old my family lost our house and had to go live with our grandmother. It was me, my fifteen-year-old sister and my mom in a tiny room with thirteen clocks three beds a bookshelf, piano, and all of our clothes and favourite toys and other stuff. My…