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I ended up getting seriously addicted to p***, s**, m***********. The idea of someone loving and appreciating me physically after I spent my whole life being abused physically and emotionally, neglected, you name it. I was bullied for my appearance, my voice, everything, so maybe the idea of someone or something loving me in *some* way appealed to me, but I was consuming and doing really messed up things to get off, because it was the only comfort I had. I was young, in middle school, early high school, and I would never EVER do these things again but it f****** keeps me awake at night. I wish I could forget about it. I never hurt anyone, only myself, but even then, I just never know if I can forgive myself. I hope one day I can.

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