Now back to 2014, Brent used to call me a bitch and mess with me a lot which didn’t help me one bit so I moved to my dads June 6, 2014. I hated it. Nora and I didn’t get along till suddenly school started and I had social interactions. I started talking to the school counselor and I hated it after a while. I became a shell again. I don’t tell anyone anything unless it’s my mom or my sister Miranda. Last Thursday April 9, 2015 my dad looked at my arm and was disappointed the razor was back in my life and he had no clue what to say. He asked me why I do this to myself. I told him it’s my way of coping with stress and the hatred of my life and self. He said the 12 years I lived with my mom made me do this to myself and that I will not be moving back in with her. He said it’s weird that I self harm and that me myself is weird. He said he should take me to the doctors but it’d take a huge chunk out of his wallet. He said they might prescribe me to a mental house and he laugh at me. He says he doesn’t know what to do with me. If I can’t handle pain maybe I should be whooped like his dad did to him at my age.
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Non-FictionThis is literally my life written here. Like it or not I'm not perfect. You can judge me, yes, but make sure you're perfect first, or at least judge me with the correct capitalization and punctuation please :).-Sam ---This took guts to write this an...
