Intrusive (my story)

Just that one Girl

*self harm, depression triggers

I used to be the kind of person who wanted, actually no scratch that, needed to know everything. I’m not really sure what triggered me to be like that I just know that it got to a point where I would use any means I could to figure out a secret. I would make lists with a close friend of secrets people had and I would spend hours getting to know someone just so I could fur fill my own need for knowledge. Phrased that way it doesn’t seem so bad, but I don’t mean knowledge in a good way. I mean knowledge on others that I didn’t have a right to seek out in such a way.

It all started when I joined a new school, bright faced and excited. I had come from not the best background for education and the social aspects of…

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