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Look, I am a qualified hypnotherapist and I have had several people like you and the only way forward for you is to tell someone what happened. I am sorry but thats the only way and then you will / can move on. The thing is honey... what have you got to lose in telling someone about what happened? Nothing.. you have nothing to lose and everything to gain!! Please go for it... I have a daughter too and I would be very sad if she was in the same position as you.... PLEASE tell the police and then move on and hopefully you can be a happier person... lifes too short! All the very best!!!!
hang in there sweetie ;)
One thing about your story is weird, and maybe it's the answer to your troubles! Everything about your life seems to be in "2's" 2 hours crying, 2 months ago in the booby hatch,school is 2000 miles from home, 2 years of being diddled by your brother, depression for 4 years, which is 2 squared!!!!
Holy fuck! The answer is to get away from 2's!! I'd try 3's. You could do 1's, but three seems better, it's more like you moved on from 2's rather than being "pre 2".
So, go sit in the stairwell, get 3 times as drunk, and then cry for 3 hours. Then, quit school and move 3000 miles away from it, probably to iceland or greenland, but be advices that iceland is green and greenland is icy...dumb fucking vikings. Then, go home and beat the shit out of your older brother 3 times and tell 3 relatives that your brother played slot machine with your cock for a long time and his new nickname should be Baby Fucker Jimmy.
Then go fuck yourself and your depression 3 times and I'm pretty sure your emo goth boy depression will go away on it's own. If not, go buy some beef hearts at save-u-mart, put them in your pocket and jump in the lion pen at your local zoo. Problem solved!
But stay the fuck away from them 2's
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