when i was 4 i was in softball, competitive cheer, and soccer.... my dad was my coach... well all the way up to 7th grade when i had to quit because i tore my ACL... ya...i was super devastated... but ig it was worth it.... but then again it wasnt...my dad and i were bestfriends.... litterally inserperable..... i remember telling him "me and u against the world"..... none of that matters to him anymore because all he gives a damn about now is drinking,beating,sleeping, and repeating....... believe it or not before my mom died we went to church....my dad was actually looking into becoming a childs minister.... we were a religious family.... thats the craziest part... i still cant believe it.... well two months after my mom passed my dad finally strted pushing me... then three months comes hair pulling... four months throwing whatever the hell is in reach at me... five months hitting me... and the rest is just now all of the above.... u probably all wonder why dont i call CPS or something... well i ask myself that every time he beats me... i fell like i just have a part of me that doesnt want to hurt him for hurting me... i know it sounds totally crazy right but ig i just have those issues too....
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fxcked up world
Non-Fictionme and my lifee...its a preety jacked up world but it needs to get out there...its not safe and neither am i... somebody has to hear it.... but nobody wants to listen..... but nobody had to caree... why should i?... and why should u?....
