So I'll be perfectly honest with you.
My childhood sucked.
I used to like in a bar with my mom and my father.
My father was an alcoholic and was drunk or hungover everytime I saw him..
He would beat me...
He would beat my family...
I would go to school in my old clothes , a skirt or dress , and I'd act happy.
People thought I've been happy..
But in reality I'm a depressed mess....
I can only express my feeling through writing..
I can't help that I have depression. ..
Later on my father went to jail when I was in 3rd grade...
I had to lie to my nurse.. I didn't get beat.. I fell down...
They believed me.
I'm 13 now and I haven't seen my father ever since that day....
I still cry myself to sleep ocasionally .....
I've learned to ignore and block out people..
I isolate myself from friendships , or even love..
There is only one person who I love and care about and will do anything for her.
She is my best friend.
Bri.
She helps me through things , but she doesn't know my story...
She knows about my dad but nothing els..
It's 12:21 and I can't sleep...
I feel depressed ...
But I'm okay
I don't need any help.
Just say anything you want to me.
I can take it..
But now I wear dark clothes and no skirts or dresses..
Dark makeup and different but relaxing music..
To be honest..... Tyler Joseph saved me..
Nobody knows..
Goodnight ..
