Abuse is something I've went through for a long long time. Whether it was physical or emotional abuse, it always hurt worse with the emotional abuse. because they're words just got inside my head and picked my happiness apart.
My mother hit me with a metal coat hanger, threatened to hang herself, or would call me names. It is one thing to be bullied at school. But at your own home?
So I moved in with my dad, who lived a state away, I was then called even worse names such as ; whore, stupid bitch, ugly fat slut, retard, fat,ect. So I attempted to over dose.... Didn't work.... So then we moved to California and he tried to abuse my grandma, she kicked him out. Life was rough, he hit me and attacked me and ripped my image of him apart, to shreds.
He recently, told me to kill myself, I overdosed this time, and I almost died.
They tell me just don't listen,mill be ok , but it won't. ~ bye
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Just Me
RandomOk, here's the plot: there is none This is just my life Yeah, it gets pretty hectic In this "story" you'll find: Abuse Depression Relationships Moving Anxiety (Ect.) Just me, no strings attached
