Solar Eclipse
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Sep 24, 2012
- Messages
- 1
I don't remember how old I was. I think I was in either 7th or 8th grade. I have a sister who is 7 years younger than me. I was born on 2/21/1991, and she was born on 8/19/1998.
We moved when I was in 7th grade. Same town, different house. It was bigger, older, cheaper. It.was, in the early 1800s, a horse barn. Over our living room were 2nd floor sky lights with no 2nd floor, although there was a balcony on one side. Later on in the house's history, it was a bed and breakfast. My room had the number '2' on its door, my sister had a 1 on hers. My parents' room didn't have a number.
I don't know when it started, or how. I just remember it happening. I raped my sister. I tried to have sex with her. I was too inexperienced and stupid to make it work. I tried a couple times. My failures didn't stop me. Then, I gave up on sex. And I made her give me oral.
And I stopped. Idk if I found what I was looking for. Idk if I just gave up my search. Idk why I did it.
Not long after, she told my parents. They sat down with me, cried and asked why. I didn't know. They weren't supposed to know. It was supposed to be over.
I saw a therapist for a while. She said I was okay. That I am fine.
I don't know.
I want to think I was molested as a child. It would be so easy to blame it on that. But I don't ever recall that happening. The only person who would have is my papa, and he's dead. He was a drunk, but I strongly feel he never did anything to me.
I just had to say it somewhere. I really don't think of it often any more. But I do sometimes.. and I wonder if it's why I don't feel like I deserve anything. I think of myself as enlightened, but I just feel like I deserve nothing. Not love. Not friendship. Not pity. Not even hate. I should have just never existed.
I don't know how to stop.
I'm 2 months behind on rent. My phone is shut off. My roommates paod off my internet bill that they shut off after 2 months of not paying. I've got half a month left until they shut it off again. I work 2 days a week as a bus boy. I have no money. No car. No real job.
Yet I have a girlfriend of 4 months.
But sometimes I just feel like a psychopath who knows how to manipulate people.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in love - and I have felt love, undonditional love, before. And I managed to ruin it for no good reason. And managed to give 100 bad reasons to try and get it back when it was too late.
I'm an abomination to the human race. The only reason I keep going is because there are people who would be sad if I died.
I don't know where to go from here. I don't know how to rectify it all.
And you know what's worst of all?
I may be on BlueLight, but I am 100% sober. I just thought you guys would be the most understanding of the things I could never openly admit.
We moved when I was in 7th grade. Same town, different house. It was bigger, older, cheaper. It.was, in the early 1800s, a horse barn. Over our living room were 2nd floor sky lights with no 2nd floor, although there was a balcony on one side. Later on in the house's history, it was a bed and breakfast. My room had the number '2' on its door, my sister had a 1 on hers. My parents' room didn't have a number.
I don't know when it started, or how. I just remember it happening. I raped my sister. I tried to have sex with her. I was too inexperienced and stupid to make it work. I tried a couple times. My failures didn't stop me. Then, I gave up on sex. And I made her give me oral.
And I stopped. Idk if I found what I was looking for. Idk if I just gave up my search. Idk why I did it.
Not long after, she told my parents. They sat down with me, cried and asked why. I didn't know. They weren't supposed to know. It was supposed to be over.
I saw a therapist for a while. She said I was okay. That I am fine.
I don't know.
I want to think I was molested as a child. It would be so easy to blame it on that. But I don't ever recall that happening. The only person who would have is my papa, and he's dead. He was a drunk, but I strongly feel he never did anything to me.
I just had to say it somewhere. I really don't think of it often any more. But I do sometimes.. and I wonder if it's why I don't feel like I deserve anything. I think of myself as enlightened, but I just feel like I deserve nothing. Not love. Not friendship. Not pity. Not even hate. I should have just never existed.
I don't know how to stop.
I'm 2 months behind on rent. My phone is shut off. My roommates paod off my internet bill that they shut off after 2 months of not paying. I've got half a month left until they shut it off again. I work 2 days a week as a bus boy. I have no money. No car. No real job.
Yet I have a girlfriend of 4 months.
But sometimes I just feel like a psychopath who knows how to manipulate people.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in love - and I have felt love, undonditional love, before. And I managed to ruin it for no good reason. And managed to give 100 bad reasons to try and get it back when it was too late.
I'm an abomination to the human race. The only reason I keep going is because there are people who would be sad if I died.
I don't know where to go from here. I don't know how to rectify it all.
And you know what's worst of all?
I may be on BlueLight, but I am 100% sober. I just thought you guys would be the most understanding of the things I could never openly admit.
