Okay.
So I've been to hell and back.
My story? Is a bitch.
I've been abused since I was ten and I thought it was my fault.
My dad never hurt my other sister's except once he hurt Blake.
Blake was taken away and put in foster care a few months ago. She's half way accrost the world now.
I had my little baby girl when I was fifteen she was the result of rape. She passed away in a car crash in February. My dad is in jail.
I found out I was pregnant when I was in the car crash. I lost that baby a week after the crash. It was also the result of rape. My abusive ex boyfriend is in jail and tries to contact me and blames me for Masons' death and that's when I tried to commit again. Another time was when some people were mad at me because I kept a huge secret from him. I tried to OD because I lost myself along the way. I tried to jump off a tree in a park because my mom had died that day. Eight years of not seeing her and she would last be seen by me, dead.
My sister Blake is my half sister.
My life is messed up. I've been through more shit then this and its pure bull. I hate my life. I had a case of amnesia recently and forgot the things that made me happy. Leah and Luke. Leah was dropped off to me in England randomly. She's so precious and I love her. Now. Luke. People don't understand when I talk about him. I'm truly in love with him. Sure we're both young and we fight a lot. But somewhere in all the fights, the hugs, the tears, the laughs, and the bad things I fell for my best friend. I wouldn't regret that.
Before you go and say stuff about me and why I act this way, before you say I have no reason to be depressed, read this. Then take your bull out if my life. I don't need it. I feel how I do. I've been through this and so much more. I have a story and so do you so who are you to judge me?
This is my last part for now xx. Bye.
[Media My New Tattoo. Always On My Mind. Forever In My Heart ]
