So, the story is that… I live with my grandparents, my dad died when I was seven by shootin himself..and my mom wants everything to do with me now. But didn’t when I was born.. Today, my grandparents don’t want anything to do with me because I party and leave “home” to much,yet when I am home no one shows their love or shows that they want me there. I party to get all the hate and pain off my mind.. My grandparents hit me occasionally and that’s another reason I don’t want to be here. It’s hard to live with people that say stuff like ” I wish you were never born! Your the worst child” often way worst. It’s hard to escape the thought of dying and not being able to see and heard what people do and say about me when I’m gone and who will actually care in the end. I always wonder that.. But I have yet to find out.. I just need someone to talk to.. But mostly I need someone to show me what love is again. Someone once told me home is wherever the people that love you are, but I don’t have one of them.. Hmu?
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