It's 2:30 am, I'm wide awake, and no one cares about me

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f**k, I just typed a long reply, then the damn thing timed out right after I hit send and I lost a lot of typing. Why does everything have to be harder for me than it does for everyone else?!?!?!?!?!?!

Anyway, I've been injured for 2 months and haven't been able to run. First knee I jury, then when I was almost healed, my tailbone broke. The worst is every time I move with the tailbone, it feels exactly like it did when my father hit me. The PTSD from this is the last thing I need with my life the way it is now. God is punishing me. He's reminding me I'm a whore who deserved to be molested. Just like he did just now by making me lose the typing I did earlier, forcing me to type it again, to remind me, I'm nothing but a dirty little whore.

I'll work on a plan. But it looks like I won't be able to leave the house until my tailbone is healed, not without getting arrested, just because I hate it when people touch me without permission.

You're not a whore, and you absolutely do not deserve all the crap that's happened to you. You're a good and strong person. I really hope your tailbone feels better soon, I can't even imagine how awful that must be. Sending lots of good, healing thoughts your way