Diary entry #454

 Dear one,

Yet another sob story. I told you, today, all about what happened back then, all those years ago, over a facebook chat. I told you about the abuse, the molestation, the isolation, the skewed coping. I told you there was only so much an eight year old could take before she crumpled. You blocked me.

I'd thought for a moment that if there was anybody in this cold, cold world who'd understand me, it might just be you. But you didn't. You're fighting with an eight year old child, you know. And I'm fighting severe regression.

You left. And I'm still stuck here. I'm stuck in 2009 and nothing has changed. The world is still scary and I am still alone. The abuse is still cruel and I am still very, very much alone.

I wish I could turn my back on myself too.

But I can't.