My Story...

From the Beginning

This is my life story.. If you're reading this, I want to thank you. <3

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I was born July 10th, 1999 in Columbus, Ohio. I'm a fraternal twin (we don't look alike). Her name is Kaysee (yet our names are almost exactly alike.)

I ended up having a trachea (breathing tube is too small to breathe through). So I had to take a lot of medicine.

Because of the trachea, it caused me to have a littttllle bit of a lower and more quiet voice. It also caused my teeth to look weird..

That was just the beginning...

My mom and dad got divorced when I was about 4 years old.

My mom ended up finding a new guy named Bill.. He turned my mother into an alcoholic. So they were pretty much wasted all the time.

Bill did have a daughter named Malorie. She's a year younger than us. But Kaysee, Malorie, and I were best friends from the start.

My brother, Anthony was never around.. He's about 6 years older than me. He was pretty popular at school..

My older sister, Kiersten was kicked out of the house at 16 because she had a baby boy.

So, that left me, Kaysee, and Malorie.

I ended up taking care and raising these two. I taught them how to make food (I remember my mom teaching me) and I made sure they took bathes or showers and were dressed every morning. I was like another mother to them. And I was barely even 5 years old...

As usual, Bill and my mom would get drunk and Bill would abuse all 4 of us (My mom, Malorie, Kaysee, and I). My mom got it the worst... She would get black eyes, and bruises would be EVERYWHERE. Yet she still stayed with him...

She stayed with him until I was 8 years old. So, about 3 or 4 years.

On June 4, 2008 my mother died from a brain tumor about the size of a softball.

So I had to move in with my dad. He wasn't that bad...as long as you were on his good side... He had anger management. The whole Truman side of the family has anger management. Unfortunately, Kaysee has it too. So, I have to deal with both of them.

It's not that bad though...

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Anyways, lets start talking about school now..

It was all okay until 2nd grade and up. I was bullied through the whole elementary. They would laugh and make fun of how I look, act, and even sometimes about my mom dying.. They would make jokes about her. Each day it would get worse an worse.

6th grade I was still bullied cause I was fat and ugly..also because I had glasses.

7th grade I was still fat..so I was still made fun of.

My grandma was always and still does tell me to my face that I'm fat... (What a grandma I have)

In the summer between 7th and 8th grade I basically starved myself. So I lost over 10 pounds.

8th grade a whole lot of drama happened.. I lost friends and I began cutting in February. In April I promised myself I'd stop.

I've still kept that promise.

I'm not sure I can keep that promise much longer though. Each day I get weaker and weaker. I'm depressed constantly and I've even stopped eating. My dad does force me to eat but every time I eat I feel like I'm going to puke. So there's really no use in eating if I'm just gonna feel shitty all the time...

To be honest, I've never been depressed this badly...