I'm reading these stories online. Everyone's pain is valid, everyone's story needs to be heard. Mine's pretty simple.. shit life all the way through to my teen years because of family I had no control over. Got out on my own, decided to stop complaining. Travelled overseas and got a job in an industry you don't tell your friends about because that's the only opportunity available to you when you finish school because you don't have a supportive family to live with while you continue on to university. Mum got sick, felt sorry for her even though it's probably just her drug addiction destroying her body. She mets a guy and moves inter-state to live with him and somehow I end up going with her (think it's because she played me knowing I had the money to pay for her). We get here and discover in six weeks he's an alcoholic and has been for 25 years. Have 24 hours to get out of a house in a city I have no job, no money left, no friends here (never been here before I moved down), a mother that refuses to work and is on withdrawals plus medical problems she's now caused herself, plus I have a beautiful puppy recovering from a fractured leg with a plate and a cat nearing old age. I can say fuck my life, but I've already screamed it a 1000 times and it hasn't helped anything. Decided to use up this son of a bitch mother's boyfriend's internet account before we are all left homeless. Just wanted to leave my story somewhere, so if anyone ever cared they knew what happened. I don't believe in any religion, yet anyway, but I'm still find myself praying, NOT FOR ME, but for someone to protect my mother and my pets. For some life is what you make of it, for others I guess you can't give them an answer. My best wishes to all xoxo | |
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