I hate it when people assume I want to die because my boyfriend broke up with me or some sh*t. That’s not the f***ing reason! If that were the only thing in my life, I wouldn’t want so desperately to get out of it. You don’t know what I have been through..
I was raped by my step-brother, who I lived with for almost 2 years after the incident because I didn’t tell anyone.
My boyfriend proposed, then went back to Japan and killed himself. He had more problems than I.
I live with a racist, sexist, homophobic, religious family, and I’m Wiccan and bisexual, and I love Asians.
My family -especially my grandma- likes to verbally abuse me.
I never had a father because he died before I was born, and my mother has five children- all with different dads. She was a stripper and did more drugs than I’ve ever heard of; Although she’s clean, now, she wasn’t there for me until around 8th grade.
My social life- whatever that is- is ruined because of everything I participate in.
My band teacher retired last year, and we got a new one. He is 23 and extremely pushy. He makes me participate in things I don’t want to; Every time, I fail and my soul is crushed.
I admin facebook pages and write fanfics to try to take my mind off of everything, but it exhausts me, and it is hard to keep up with demands.
My best friends live in Korea, I in America. How the f*uck am I supposed to look yo my best friends for help when they are over there? One of them committed suicide, and the only thing I could do for his husband was message him and tell him he’s alright. Granted, he made it, but it is not something you can get over or help from across a f***ing ocean.
I know most people would say I’m a baby, and that others have it worse, but… I’m 15. This sh*t is too much for me. To top it off, I am struggling with insomnia, amnesia, anorexia, and night terrors whenever I do manage to sleep…