I'm starting to realize...

That I'm different.

I'm not the norm in the world.

It's a good trait and a bad one...

I can't understand people the way that normal people can.

People understand normalicy.

I understanbd abuse.

It's a quite different world.

I feel so much more compassion than others.

It's painful...

I know no one understands this...because people can't stand to feel any more.

I've learned to live with it.

My emotions are coming out ten fold.

I can't remember the things that he said to me day to day...I think I've blocked it out because it was so second by second...

However, I think that it makes me stronger.