( this all happened to me. but I’m going to put it in story form. sorry if its not perfect. I am only 12. Sorry if there is inappropriate things in here that you.think a 12 yearold should.not be saying)It’s so cold outside. It’s about 30 degrees outside. I’m walking down the non crowded highway. I pass Gary’s the gas station and then the bank. I walk down anothera road and then stop. I just can’t move. I fall to.the ground. I black out. I wake up.about an hour later in a car. I’m being drove out.to the country. wth is going on. the car stops and the man driving takes me. out. he rapes me. Js. this happened when I was 11 and it hurt like hell. you Must be wondering. why was a eleven yearold walking around town all by herself. well my dad and I got.into a fight. he pushed me down. and I ran off. back to the country. the man leaves me in a ditch with out any clothes. Then he knockes me out again. I woke up a day later in the hospital and my dad is nowhere to be found. he had killed himself after I left. My mom left whenever I was 3. and we never got ahold of her since. and now I live with wonderful foster parents. they do help me. but I still carry around those memories. the pain. I tried to over dose about a month ago. But Becky (my fostermom) caught me before I did. I am so thankful.for.them. and for.everyone.else. it will always get better. trust me. it will.
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I’m sorry all of this happened to you. The good news is that you’re still growing: our brains keep growing until we’re in our 20s! Things will get better on their own, you just have to try and stay afloat, and help yourself grow.
Keep fighting, stay strong :’)
Wow. You helped me realize that maybe I shouldn’t stop right here at 13 because things get better. Your so strong (:
I dont know you personaly but i do know a little about pain, pain that is a minority to a pain in third world country. Dont get me wrong sometimes I stay up for three days strait worring about people robbing my dads tools, and get up with no sleep work all day in hard labor no pay construction with my dad an come home and run a mile with minimal food and being criticised on evrey thing i do and do it again the next day. actualy its about to start in two hours from now because its 4:00 am. The only reason i am telling you this ( mind you it is only the week days this happens) is that the only way i cope with my self is thinking how bad it can be it could always be worse i am sorry this happend to you but dont give up your only 12 i am 16 and thare is no hope for me
Be a strong woman you can do it and think at least im not this loser taged fuckup2000