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"never trust a survivor," my father used to warn me, "until you know what he did to stay alive." those words are what forced me to lose trust in myself, for i didn't exactly know what i did to survive.

Olivia shoots her kidnapper/ Kyle's killer to run away

I'm just so scared to touch happiness only to have it taken away again. Maybe that's why I push everyone away and maybe that's why I'm so guarded. But I don't think I can even touch it without love. I don't know how to love, not at all

one of my good friends told me that i don't love myself as much as i love others yesterday and it made me upset at how sad it made her