We're all hunters in my family, you know. Deer, ducks_damsels.
At first you might wonder what you did to deserve such treatment. Nothing, probably, so that doesn't matter. What matters is that, eventually, the abuse becomes the status quo. It's no longer about the whats and whys (__hat did I do?_ __hy are they doing this?_) but the whens and hows (__hen are they going to do it?_ __ow are they going to get me?_). Persecution becomes inevitable, inescapable. And once you get into the victim mindset, you're fucked. The bullies don't even need to hurt you now; your poor, warped, pathetic brain is doing half the work for them.
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At first you might wonder what you did to deserve such treatment. Nothing, probably, so that doesn't matter. What matters is that, eventually, the abuse becomes the status quo. It's no longer about the whats and whys (__hat did I do?_ __hy are they doing this?_) but the whens and hows (__hen are they going to do it?_ __ow are they going to get me?_). Persecution becomes inevitable, inescapable. And once you get into the victim mindset, you're fucked. The bullies don't even need to hurt you now; your poor, warped, pathetic brain is doing half the work for them.
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