My Life Is F'ed Up!
I hope this answers all the questions about my life, and stops the complaints about how I shouldn’t hate...
My life has been hard since the start. Maybe not the way you think, like, no house, or anything like that, but no one, no thing. Just read and you might find out half of my story.
My "mom" had me when I was 16 and my "dad" was 22. Yea, he almost went to jail for it too. My mom breastfed me while she was on drugs, drinking, and smoking, so it infected me. When I was 2 months old they made the best choice of there and my life. My "mother" lost custody of me and my "dad" gained it. He gave me up to my grandparents. They raised me wonderfully. Best 6 years of my life, they were my mom and dad that’s what I called them, and that’s what will always be to me. When I was six years old, the day I got out of kindergarten, my dad died from lung cancer. It didn’t really faze me till they closed they closed the coffin. My mom had to hold me back. He was my best friend, I never left his side, from the time I woke up to the time I climbed in bed with him. Me and my mom became a thousand times closer over the next 6 years. It really hit me hard when I was 12 that he was gone. She was there for me. I was the out cast of the school, everyone hated me. I hated everyone. She was there holding my hair while i was crying. 2 years later she got really sick. Her kidneys started shutting down. We took her to the hospital and she got mold in her lungs while in the ICU. She went onto life support. It was the Michigan metro hospital, and they built another one, she got transferred to the brand new hospitals ICU. She kept getting worse. My "dad" kept the fact that she was going to die from me. I went to east Kentwood, I was a freshman, and I was only allowed 12 absences at the most. I had 13 because I was at the hospital seeing if she was going to die, seeing if she was going to leave me. On October 9 at 7:34pm she died. It broke my heart I had no one left. I had to live with my "dad" and he abused me. He starved me, the only time I ate was at school. He made me go to school with a cracked rib, pucking every couple hours, and no sleep, not to mention he hit me to the floor. Every weekend he had parties. Alcoholic parties, stripes and all, even on a Sunday night. I got beat for locking my door with a whole bunch of drunk men in the house. I tried child protective services, but the guy was a d*ck, and didn’t do shit for me, even when I told him about the miners including me being offered alcohol. He never bought me anything, just gave me 20 dollars a week for food. No allowance, although I cleaned and did everything by myself. The only time I felt safe was at school. I ran away, big mistake, I had to go back to hell and the heat, was increased 20 folds. Everyday got worse, every night got scarier. That’s where I stand today. Tomorrow’s my mom’s birthday (November 11) and all I want to do is curl into a little ball and cry. But I know that if I do that, ill get beat down even more. I really don’t care if I die, I have never been scared of death. If u feel bad, don’t, it’s too late you can’t help me, no one can, not even god. Don’t try praying for me, it won’t work, believe me. I don’t want pity, and I don’t want tears, but all I do want before I kill myself is for everyone to stop complaining about there life being so bad because there mommy wont get them that 200 dollar dress they always wanted, or cry because they got grounded.
My "mom" had me when I was 16 and my "dad" was 22. Yea, he almost went to jail for it too. My mom breastfed me while she was on drugs, drinking, and smoking, so it infected me. When I was 2 months old they made the best choice of there and my life. My "mother" lost custody of me and my "dad" gained it. He gave me up to my grandparents. They raised me wonderfully. Best 6 years of my life, they were my mom and dad that’s what I called them, and that’s what will always be to me. When I was six years old, the day I got out of kindergarten, my dad died from lung cancer. It didn’t really faze me till they closed they closed the coffin. My mom had to hold me back. He was my best friend, I never left his side, from the time I woke up to the time I climbed in bed with him. Me and my mom became a thousand times closer over the next 6 years. It really hit me hard when I was 12 that he was gone. She was there for me. I was the out cast of the school, everyone hated me. I hated everyone. She was there holding my hair while i was crying. 2 years later she got really sick. Her kidneys started shutting down. We took her to the hospital and she got mold in her lungs while in the ICU. She went onto life support. It was the Michigan metro hospital, and they built another one, she got transferred to the brand new hospitals ICU. She kept getting worse. My "dad" kept the fact that she was going to die from me. I went to east Kentwood, I was a freshman, and I was only allowed 12 absences at the most. I had 13 because I was at the hospital seeing if she was going to die, seeing if she was going to leave me. On October 9 at 7:34pm she died. It broke my heart I had no one left. I had to live with my "dad" and he abused me. He starved me, the only time I ate was at school. He made me go to school with a cracked rib, pucking every couple hours, and no sleep, not to mention he hit me to the floor. Every weekend he had parties. Alcoholic parties, stripes and all, even on a Sunday night. I got beat for locking my door with a whole bunch of drunk men in the house. I tried child protective services, but the guy was a d*ck, and didn’t do shit for me, even when I told him about the miners including me being offered alcohol. He never bought me anything, just gave me 20 dollars a week for food. No allowance, although I cleaned and did everything by myself. The only time I felt safe was at school. I ran away, big mistake, I had to go back to hell and the heat, was increased 20 folds. Everyday got worse, every night got scarier. That’s where I stand today. Tomorrow’s my mom’s birthday (November 11) and all I want to do is curl into a little ball and cry. But I know that if I do that, ill get beat down even more. I really don’t care if I die, I have never been scared of death. If u feel bad, don’t, it’s too late you can’t help me, no one can, not even god. Don’t try praying for me, it won’t work, believe me. I don’t want pity, and I don’t want tears, but all I do want before I kill myself is for everyone to stop complaining about there life being so bad because there mommy wont get them that 200 dollar dress they always wanted, or cry because they got grounded.
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