I soon predicted that they'll send me back to IMH, the paramedics came with straps and policemen talk vulgar and rough towards me for the uncontrollable tantrum I presume. To be honest, I got caught in a scare, I'm Afraid they might just do it again. I'm afraid I'm too young and financially unstable to practice running away. Was stumbling across my blog awhile ago, ironically, found a number of restored photos on the posts. Strange and surreal, I'm glad it stayed this way again. So I was stumbling across them when I saw the post I wrote on 2012-2013, about the SGH incident where they forced me to the hospital. Against my will.
Strikingly it scares me to my grave, for I've twice or perhaps repeatedly stated how bad hospital wards are, and how much I hated it even though I had led me to a fully recovered aneroxic person.
Disadvantage of a unforgetful Scorpio, it remembers the specific dates whereby incident had struck, or those words said by a despicable person whom it surely can't shake it off. Imagine the amount of black magic casted on them, oh honey I'll be enough to poison or scar their soul.
I get non-specifically angry at people, well for one thing they have either wronged or irked my limits of patience.
I wouldn't be obliged to confront that situation 8 years ago, if I have had more courage rather than staying in a corner weeping like mad trouble. Monsters can be born within the minds of victims who find no refugee from the assault that comes from individuals who feel justified in tears others to pieces. Children can be cruel to one other when there is no guidance or moral fabric placed upon them by their parents. Glad Google told me about it, I remember faces extremely well, not to mention her treatening existence that made me question my ability to learn bravery. 8 years was definitely a long time to deal with, I could've re-open that case of bullying since I still attain her Facebook and school address. Seeing how perfect her life was/is, as a child actress and now a successful junior college student bothers me, for I want her to suffer the trauma and attacked I've been suffocating for years.
This is how it feels like, to be born with an extraordinary gift of remembering every single detail. The pain and sufferings is something that stay rooted in your head for a toturing amount of time. Surely I've forgotten those horrific personal attacks, but it comes back to Haunt us, you, me, them.