I remember going to amusement parks and having no care in the world.
I remember seeing the world in a whole new light after losing my innocence.
I remember being the center of attention.
I remember blankly staring at the walls when I received a time-out for my bad behaviors.
I remember my many tantrums I threw.
I remembering shattering glass to feel at ease.
I remember being the object of blame.
I remember staring blankly and not remembering a thing.
I remember feeling suffocated from conventional familial love and support.
I remember being outcasted.
I remember the feeling of being all alone.
I remember having the need to starve myself for some form of satisfaction.
I remember feeling faint when I don’t have the energy to make it through the day.
I remember the feeling of every cut and scar on my body.
I remember being stabbed by a classmate.
I remember the need to fit in.
I remember listening to the painful stories of my peers.
I remember feeling normal.
I remember exaggerating on my “rough” past.
