it hasn’t been the easiest. i’ve been to the psychiatric mental hospital twice. i now live with my aunt & uncle, 500 miles away from “home” my parent’s hate who i am, but they created me, they made me this way. they think it’s stupid, the fact i tried to end my life? they inflicted all the pain on me, everything they’ve done, has a cause and effect, later down the road. they label me as some horrible child. they restrict me from everything still. i can’t talk to my lovely sister they see as evil, nor her beautiful daughter. i can’t talk to my ill nanna in the hospital from brain surgery. i worry so much about them daily. i just have a little left in me to go on, but i wear down more and more. some people think i must be strong still being here through the house hold violence i’ve watched. my parents say they’d do anything, such lies. lies.