OMG Digital Magazine OMG Issue 281 19th October 2017 | 页面 5

OMG Digital Magazine | 281 | Thursday 19, October, 2017 • PAGE 5
I WAS NEVER MUCH
OF A SINGER ANYWAY...
Confessions
Recently I learned I'm going mute. For years I've been suffering from throat infections.
Every doctor always treated it for streptococcus, and the antibiotics always seemed to
work. About a month ago I had another crisis, this time it came hard, I couldn't work,
my voice changed, sometimes I could barely speak, so I went to the doctor, started the
antibiotics... this time nothing.... the doctor increased the antibiotic power.... nothing...
So I found a specialist. He ordered a few exams, blood tests, endoscopies, and x-rays and
found out I have gastroesophageal reflux disorder.
The thing is, it's easy to treat, but since I've been ignoring it for years, my stomach acid
started to chew through my vocal cords. Now it's too late. Today I woke up and cried
my heart out. Just feeling powerless. Its just a matter of time now, I can hardly speak
anymore, it hurts to say anything. I'm gonna miss hearing my voice.
Lying about having an abortion
I've been lying about having an abortion and have been calling it a miscarriage. I
don't have the guts to tell anyone, including my fiancé.
I'M A SOCIOPATH
I am about 100% convinced at this point that I am a sociopath. I'm
unempathetic, have a lack of self-preservation, and overall don't
really care about most people, even my family members. I'd easily
slaughter someone if I had the need to. I firmly believe that a lot of
retards and people with disabilities. Alcoholics and drug addicts
should be given a chance to get their life together before being put
down. Rapists should be castrated and/or killed without a second
thought. And the death penalty should overall be more widely used.
With all these things going through my head, I still interact with
people on a regular and rather normal basis.
I was young, 19, my boyfriend at the time was abusive and abandoned me. I was
irresponsible, naive, afraid and I thought it was the best thing I could do for myself
and my baby. Nothing but regret and shame haunts me and I don't want to tell
anyone so I've always said it was a miscarriage and I hate myself for calling it that.
My brother tried to hit me
in the head with a hammer.
Like a coward manchild, he punches me in the face to start fights. Then he cowers away
from a proper fist fight because even though I'm younger than him, I fight better and he
realized that. So he grasps me, puts his 250+ lb. on me (I'm 160 lbs.), pushes me down
onto the dirt, tortures me for 5 minutes while I scream for help. Then he thrashes my face
against the floor and puts dirt in my mouth and gets my face cut up from dirt abrasion. At
one point, when I managed to fight back as fiercely as I can,  he tried to hit me in the head
with a hammer.
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