my life was good when i was little. i am 13 years old now. my mom is an alcoholic and i don’t see her anymore. she used to beat me and my sister and my brother, and tell us we are worthless and her drinking problem is all our faults. my dad took us away from her, then i was diagnosed to ptsd, a stress disorder. i hate acting happy, and i feel so alone. i kinda think this isn’t going to help me at all, but i need to try it because i ran out of options and I’m really close to ending life. i feel so worthless and useless, so thats my story. the usual messed up teenager with bad grades that gets caught by the cops..