Well my life hasn't always been that easy. When j was born I nearly died and I happened to have released poop in my moms uterus and inhaled it when I did I got pneumonia in both longs. Not even a day old and my life is already a struggle. Well that doesn't really matter now does it. What does matter is that is on February 7, 2008 was the first day for the next 4 year I would be abused.
Those years from 199 to 2008 where okay. I used to be the favorite child I was obedient and respectful and was never a mean person. I cared about everyone and I learned that it hurt me more in the end than anything but I never knew until then. Because when your 5 years old app you care about is the cute animals you see having a friend and the juice box that you will soon get. You care about the people who give you stuff and say I love you with out knowing that those people you love were going to fuck you in the end. You never know what's going to happen. And I learned that the hard way.
I know this a weird step up hit this is how the first chapter is going to be for right now so that way you can understand what's more to come. It's a weird style I know basically it will come every so often when there is need for explanation that will be confusing in up coming chapters. It will be confusing because this is hard for me to right because when you write down how you feel for the last 15 almost 16 years of your life you try to find understanding and accept that was your life. This story will be revised when I'm done these chapters may be deleted but they will be there until I can write the dialogue better. More to come tomorrow by.
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Lies and despairs
Acak"I'm lost I need help, will anyone help me please anyone." I'm lost and want to die. I need help and no one seems to care anymore. I'm just a charity case that no one wants anymore. So do I restart. Or do I end it all. This is a story about me bein...
