I'm a freshman in junior high and come from a broken home. My mom cheated on my dad which obviously made him angry but most of it was taken out on me. During this rough time with my parents I lived with my aunt in uncle. My aunt was like a mom to me but she passed away from breast cancer about 3 months after staying with them. My uncle didn't want me to stay so i was sent back to my parents who also didn't want me. My social life is shit. Never had a girl or friend care about me. The only person who cared about me is dead so why should I care about myself? I guess if i ever decide to write again it should be on a suicide note but I don't have the balls to do it. I hit rock bottom and no one is gonna throw me a rope to pull my sorry ass out | |
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