Basically my dad walked out on me and my mum when I was 7 and left us with a load of debt. My mum had a drink problem and I often had to put her to bed and take care of her by myself from the age of 7. I would walk home from primary school wondering what state my mum would be in. When it got too much for me I went to stay with my favourite person in the world, my great aunt in the country, and one morning when I was staying with her I watched her die from a heart attack. I had to phone an ambulance and give her mouth to mouth at the age of 10 but it was too late. My step dad moved in when I was 12 and I absolutely hate him. I was bullied in the first year of high school and often made excuses to stay off. After high school, I went to college and dropped out because I despised it. I then started to shut myself away in my room… and two years later here I am. My grandad recently died from a long battle with cancer. I was in the hospital the night he died. I was the last person to see him alive. My mum has beaten her drink problem and has tried her best to help me but im too fucked up and completely beyond help. There’s my story.
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