I've hated myself since I was 6. My beat friend and her brother took turns molesting me. No one in my family ever noticed. My dad was always doped up on Meth, cocaine, heroin. You name it. My mom worked all the time, rarely did I see her. The abuse stopped when my "best friend" finally moved away when I was 7.
But then it picked up right where it stopped, my baby sisters dad begin molesting me. And AGAIN nobody fucking noticed.
My dad used to get so angry he'd throw shit across the room, he'd steal my favorite toys an smash them. He was my favorite though, he never hurt me. But I watched him beat the shot put of my sister almost everyday.
My parents got divorced when I was 6. I cried everynight. I had nightmares that his drug dealers were gonna kill him because he owed so much money. He hired prostitutes and OD-ed countless times.
As a LIL kid I was scrawny. I had big blue eyes and I was so naive. Everyone was emean to me, I only had one best friend and then she stabbed me in the back.
I started burning and cutting myself when I was 11. I thought I was fat and ugly and dirty.
I started drinking heavily and huffing when I was 12, when I was 13 I tried pcp and lots of pain killers.
Kids never shut up, they made fun of me everyday. I have ADHD and my grades were horrible.
I hated going home so I'd stay at a grocery store till "dinner time"
I got prescribed rittalin when I was 14. I quickly realized I could make some money so I started selling. Often I'd rail pills too, to get high. I wouldn't eat for days, I'd stay awake for days it was endless.
I've attempted suicide 3 times and no one ever noticed. Ha. But I'm alive.
Now I'm 17 and I only smoke weed MAINLY. but my moms on my ass even though she doesn't even realize how much I've improved.
I know many people have a harder lives, I just felt like getting this shit out. Haha.