#mystory #:(

It all started when I was born. I didn't look like my sisters. My sister are tan, skinny, brunette, and tall. I am short, not the skinniest person , blonde, and pale. I have had thoughts that I am adopted but I never ever came to think that my mom cheated on my dad. Well she did. They divorced shortly after I was born. About 3 years pasted and I am 8 now (I'm guessing I try not to remember) and we live in Mississippi, while my mom lived in Texas.

I would visit over the summer for long periods of time and well bad things happened. I had a step sister, half brother, older sister, and my oldest sister. My mom was so terrible to my step sister. When Samantha, my stepsister, would eat it would be kind of slow. My mom would get pissed and yell at her at the top of her lung " Samantha eat faster now!" So Samantha would stuff her cheeks will food. Then Samantha would end of throwing up. My mom would make her eat her throw up.

That's not even all. My mom would hit her. She would hit her so hard. Throw her down her stairs, slap her, and emotionally abuse her. My mom is a monster, but I guess God thought she had enough and CPS came and took her and my brother. She lives in Kentucky with my aunt while Ryan, my brother, lived in California with my uncle. I live in Washington. My mom lived in Washington for about a year until my stepdad got a job and they had to move to Singapore. She tried to keep it a secret from me but when I found out I was so fucking mad because she was taking my middle sister and not me. Why? Does she not live me? Am I not good enough? These questions crossed my mind while I was texting her.

I cried all day during school. The question that crossed my mind though after she left was, why should I even miss her? She is a horrible person. She should be sad she's leaving me! I still can't take it. I have been so depressed lately too and my anxiety is so bad. I honestly sometimes can't take it.

My depression is a head turner. One day it's a bird on the mouth of an alligator the next it's the alligator. All call those days the bad days. Dad says try to be happy. How can I be happy when there isn't a reason to be. Ever since mom left I have been dark and lonely. I have no body to hold me. I feel so alone and worthless sometimes.