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"You at war with love"
“Hope the wound heals but it never does That's 'cause you at war with love”
---Guy Sebastian- Battle Scars, ft. Lupe Fiasco
You’ve probably heard this sob story a thousand times by now. But I’m going to have to tell it again.
The first thing I’m going to say is, I love my mom. I’ve loved her for as long as I can remember, grieving for that love, and maybe some part of me always will.
But I’m done making excuses for her. I’m done telling myself that just because she means well, because she might love me too, it’s okay for her to say and do the things she does. I’m done telling myself it’s okay that she sometimes touches my body without my consent with the intent of humiliating me. That it isn’t so bad when she doesn’t allow me to eat as much as I need to the point I go hungry. I’m done, pretending that it doesn’t hurt to hear her call me a “useless piece of junk”. That it’s not stifling at all that I’m not allowed to go outside sometimes, all because she’s afraid the “neighbours will talk”.
My mom is very much in need of psychiatric help, but that’s exactly what she won’t get. I can’t save her, or try to anymore. I have to save myself.
So I’m asking those of you who can give, who have a little to spare, to please help fund my attempt to escape from this prison. I need about MYR 7,000-9,000 more, which is about USD 1,580 to 2,030. I will do my best to make as much of this amount myself as I can, but I don’t know if I can manage it all on my own.
So if you have anything you can spare, please go to my Ko-Fi and donate what you can. Every dollar counts. If you do not have Ko-Fi or cannot give anything, that’s ok; please follow me on TikTok (https://www.tiktok.com/@akirahobbit.draws) or Youtube, so I can eventually reach the subscriber count needed to earn my freedom. Other than that, I would appreciate shares/reblogs on this post as well.
Many thanks if you’ve read this far. I hope to see you all again soon, hopefully when I’m out--- and free.