Whatever. Do what I do for work for a week and you would feel different. I get the sense knocked out of me every day, you build a tolerance and find ways to cope.
I was beaten within an inch of my life by my dad while I watched my mom try to breathe with a punctured lung after he tried to kill her.
Neither of us were laughing.
Tell me what you know about physical abuse.
You win the internet pity points.
I don't want that. I don't want pity. I want people to stop fucking up and nothing more.
Thats why I don't often tell personal stories. It's because my stories are real and brutal. And people shut down and start agreeing just because I'm broken.
I don't want a punching bag. I want a fucking fight. Don't be a pussy.
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