well here we go, the story of the pretty little rich girl is being spoken about.
Hey, my names Shauna if you knew me you’d know that I’m a very outspoken, confident person, nuh huh you don’t really KNOW me then. where do i begin?
My ‘father’ was an alcoholic, drug and woman abusing piece of scum, he numerously abused my mother and would’ve abused me if i wasn’t for my mothers courage to leave him. Thank god she did otherwise i wouldn’t know where I’d be right now. Nether the less i started primary school, i was the fat gingery blonde girl with glasses who everyone had fun taking the piss out of me, i didn’t find it so funny, people pretended to be friends with me just so they could come over my house and sometimes steal stuff. My step father is quite a wealthy man as he has his own business so therefore we have quite a  big house in a small village that’s why everyone used to call me the rich girl.
near the end of primary school we had to decide what comprehensive school we were going to and i made the worse choice on going to the same one that my ‘friends’ were going to. The days of my life in secondary school were most definitely the worst. I was constantly being bullied throughout year 7,8 and 9 even by sixth former’s which was definitely wrong. There i suffered depression, anxiety and was having numerous panic attacks as i had paranoia, i couldn’t walk down my street without thinking someone was going to attack me. No teachers did anything to help either!
In year 10 i actually got the balls to stand up for myself, i wasn’t taking anyone’s shit anymore, but then i got myself a new nickname ‘Phyco Shauna’ funny right? well no. I ended up being forced to go to in school and out of school counselling sessions.
I have been in an abusive relationship which carried on for two years, numerous boyfriends cheating on me. And now i am with someone who i can honestly trust but someone has already tried splitting us up with rumors after rumors.
I am a sufferer of self harm for 4 years now and still can’t physically stop, i just constantly want to hurt myself..
and i don’t know when I’m going to stop.  one of my goof friends committed suicide 6 months ago.. i want to stay strong for him but i don’t think i can much longer.
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Draw a line under the past and start afresh. It’s important to gain experience and develop social skills that will prevent you falling back into that lifestyle. Comfortable with your personality and appearance, you’ll find it easier to meet the right people and in any event be better equipped to deal with life generally.