Okay so first off this is my life... so fuck your judgmental bullshit. I dont want to hear it. So basically here is some info on me. I am 15. Love music. Hate people. I am a cutter and have tryed to kill myself sometimes im too cockey for my own good. And sometimes i know something isnt good for me but i still do it. But anyway here it goes.
So my life probably isnt all to bad compared to some. But i guess im a wuss and cant handel it. The first really bad memory that i have is when my mom went crazy. I was 13 maybe so this was about two years ago. But Anyway i didn't know what was going on and be being so un informed didnt help. No one told me or my sister what was happening un tell they took my mom away. Granted she did come back. But that doesnt make up for things that she had done. She thought me and my sister were going to kill her. She left us stranded at a beach way out if town. She jumped of a second story balcony. So my 13 year old self had a pretty shitty summer that year. And about right around that time i started to deal with depression. Which if u have delt with it you know it is not fun. Which leads me to my second event i guess...
