My foster mother keep bribing me to tell her what’s wrong. But for some reason, I keep refusing. She kicked my leg and said, “Come on dear, please tell me!” I just got up and walked into my room, having a good hard cry. I never hurt so bad since I’ve been in foster care for a month and a half. Just fuck it all. Fuck life. I’m fucking over it. Kill me now. I’m done.
And to make matters worse, I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me, so I broke up with him. Now I’m alone because I had nobody else to talk […]