- When I was my child and my sister told me that she would never run away from home again. Well, SHE LIED. It's not that serious now that I write it down... but at that time... it really hurt. And nobody asked how I was feeling. I was a sad child at that time.
- When my dad got angry at me because I didn't pick up a newspaper for him to read. He was so so angry for the most silly reason, trying to make me think that I didn't care about people at all, that I had a nervous breakdown. I walked across the streets, but I didn't know where I was. I had to go to an medical appointment, but I couldn't find the place, even when I knew where it was. I was crying like crazy, my face was full-red, I was a disaster. And when I found the place, and my father there, he didn't ask what happened to me. Why I was in that state. And the doctor looked at me and said "Are you crying?". Like... really? For real? Why would all of you be a piece of shit like that? I think that this is my most... personal hurtful memory? I was let down not only by my father, a person that I loved, but by society... The doctor, the man I asked on the street where I was, the taxi driver that took me to the hospital... only the secretary (female) showed me some pity haha.
- The last year of school we had to draw something to make a "mural" and then our art teacher would "unite" all of our drawings. Mine was left off because "it didn't fit". And I felt really hurt, like I was invisible or something so different that just couldn't flow with the rest. I ended painting the mural and all, but my drawing wasn't there.
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