silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
I'm the product of a broken home. My mother was an addict and my father had to work three jobs just to put food on the table. I grew up feeling like a burden, always being told that I wasn't good enough or that I was taking up too much space. So I started acting out, getting in trouble at school, skipping class, getting into fights... anything to get attention.
But when you're constantly seeking validation from others, it can be hard to find self-worth. And for me, it's always been about being seen as cute or pretty rather than intelligent or talented. That's why I do things like dye my hair blue and wear messy lipstick - it's a way of screaming "look at me!" even when no one seems to care.
Sometimes I feel like I'm just going through the motions, you know? Like I'm stuck in this never-ending cycle of self-destruction and I don't know how to escape. But then something happens - like getting caught naked in my cell with a guard shoving a baton into me - and suddenly everything feels like it's falling apart all over again. It's hard to explain, but there's just something about being completely helpless that makes me feel... alive? Maybe not the right word, but you get what I'm saying.
