Through the eyes of a 6 year old girl....

Im sorry mommy :(
I didnt mean to be a bad girl. I was just trying to be good for you and daddy.
Please dont punish me mommy i didnt mean it. Im really sorry. Mommy whats that hot metal thing in your hand? Why are you coming closer mommy? That looks really hot...please keep it away from me.....
Next Day-
Mommy it hurts where u put that hot metal thing. It hurts alot. I promise I will be a good girl just dont do it again. Please mommy im sorry :(
*mommy doent love me. ): Mommy thinks im a bad girl. But im trying really hard to be a good girl. I dont like it when mommy and daddy hurt me. ): It makes me sad. And it hurts alot. Daddy doesnt love me either. He makes me feel uncomfortable*
Mommy i was a good girl today. I did everything u ask....
Mommy why is my sleeping bag on the back porch? Mommy i dont want to sleep in the yard it gets really cold at night and I dont want to get sick again. ):
Later that night-
*mommy and daddy making me sleep on the back porch again. I dont know what I did wrong. :( I guess i was being a bad girl. I guess I was doing something wrong again ):
Im going to try and make mommy and daddy proud of me tomorrow so they wont punish me. I try not be a bad girl but seems like i always do something that makes me look bad. Daddys been touching me and i dont like it. He tells me not to tell mommy or anyone cause they wont believe me. he says as soon as i stop being bad he will stop touching me. I dont like it. Sometimes it hurts. im trying really hard to be good. but i dont thhink mommy and daddy love me.*
Next day-
mommy told me to wear this sweater so the teacher wont see my arm where mommy put the hot metal thing. I cant play with the kids in my class cause my arms hurts alot from where mommy put the hot metal thing. My arms also have other colors on them. Some black some blue some purple some even look a little yellow. Mommy gave me those colors. She said they will go away but to keep the sweater on till they do she doesnt want the teacher to see them because she said the teacher wouldnt understand. I wonder if im being a good girl today. i havent done nothing wrong. Hopefully mommy and daddy wont punish me cause i havent been a bad girl today.

Sex poem!

A wild night
A pleasing sight
As their bodies begin to meet
in this uncontrollable heat
The excitement you need
Will be taken by greed.
Those lustful urges
as their love merges
what you know life lacks
is forgotten at the climax
The yells, moans and screams.
The love is better than it seems.
Their energy is strong
and the pleasure lasts long
Once the fun has come to an end
They will wait til the next night to start again.
But for now she will bury her face into his chest
and remember this night as one of her best.

Life

Sometimes I wonder why I grew up the way I did. Why did I go through that? The people that know me know why I saw that. The people that don't lets just say I had the worse childhood and teenage years possible. Literally all jokes aside. I wonder what did I ever do to deserve it. Why did it have to be this way, but then it hit me. It makes me who I am today. Im not your typical teenage girl. I didn't grow up normal. Yes I hate my past. Yes I hate how I grew up, but I can't help but thank my horrible past. It made me the strong girl I am today. Through it all is how I met my best friend..people who I call family....and my fiancee...
Someone once told me what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
They were right. In a way Im thankful for what I went through, because it taught me alot of lessons. It was alot of painful expriences, but I learned alot.
I learned lessons that will last a lifetime.
I learned that life doesn't give you what you can't handle.
I won't lie there wasn't a day that went by that i thought I couldnt do it.
That I wouldn't survive. But I did.
I didn't think that I would make it to 18 and I did.
Didn't think I would be getting married and I am.
Everyone has the life that they have for a reason. Do we all know that reason? I think not. We wonder why were we given this life, theres a reason why. We wonder why things happen...theres a reason why.
Everything happens for a reason and with a purpose.
I know I lived the life I lived for a reason. I know you lived the life you lived for a reason. Also your life makes you who you are. Maybe if you hadnt went through something you probably might not be who you are today.
Im not sure what point Im trying to make cause I have many thoughts in my head. But I hope you learned a few things from this entry. This will be the first of many to come....

Name....

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