i’m 13 and i hate my life .

First of all, I would like to tell you to never, EVER start cutting yourself. Once you start, you really can’t stop. I don’t care how tough you think you are, that addiction will get to you and it will destroy you. I speak from experience.
Second, I know how you feel. I’m fifteen years old, and I hated my life when I was your age too.
I’m going to give you a little reality check here:: When I was thirteen years old, I was raped. I was beaten and molested repeatedly by the man who had raped me. My mother passed everything off as a joke. She called me a fraud, a cheater, a liar, the works. I got beaten up at school daily for being gay. When I was thirteen, I cut deep enough to see the fat in my arm and in my legs. When I was thirteen, I was in an unhealthy relationship with a guy I thought I needed. I clung around him because, what, he kissed me sometimes and beat me up the rest of it? I never passed any of my classes. I barely did homework. I attempted suicide three times in the span of two years. I was a wreck. It’s amazing how much 6 years of abuse can do to a CHILD. (I was seven when all of this started)
My dad eventually stopped touching me (I stayed out of the house as much as I could) I somehow got to a normal leveled relationship with my mom. I have a good relationship with my siblings, I have two cats that I adore, I learnt that I had a talent for art&drawing. I still have “upper” and “downer” days (Thats because of my borderline personality disorder though) and most of my time I am happy.
You can take my comment in one of two ways. A) wake up, because your life is much easier than some kids have it or B) realize that there IS HOPE. If i can get out of that situation and still be happy most days, then i know that you can too.
Try to keep your chin up.
Childhood can be rough, but there’s always hope.

no problem man 🙂 your post just hit too close to home and i went off on a little tangent there sorry