its like no one understands what I’m going through. Or how hard it is on me when my dad comes home drunk and with a new girl pretty much every week. The world as we THINK we know it, actually might understand, they just don’t want to.I don’t know why I keep cutting or attempting suicide, I know that I can stop..it’s just that I don’t want to. In reality, when people die of suicide, they don’t want to end their lives, they only want the pain to end.
The cutting. It all started when I was 13. My adopted dad had just got divorced with his 3rd wife..he always blamed me for his mistakes..for all his divorces..I couldn’t take the stress anymore. I decided that I had to much stress on my shoulders already, I had to do something about it..anything for me to not feel like crap. I had a guy ‘friend’ that kept asking for sex..we started texting..and one thing led to another..we decided to go to a party. I told him to pick me up at 12 at the end of our road.-long story made short- we went to the […]