In the previous chapter i mentioned that I should have died at age three. Due to this I consider myself a ghost. Today I scare my older half brothers by sitting behind things and making ghosts noises, I haunt them. I was little when i came up with that the day after I turned three.
when I am not being weird I do go to school. There are some problems there. I do not learn ANYTHING as fast as my classmates. it is okay though, I have learned to deal with my problems. I am 13 and still learning my multiplication facts! (12x12=?) The few classes I do succeed in are art, thematic studies,gym,choir, and social studies. If you are in the 8th grade at Grayling Middle school you know how tough that is.
My mom tries to let me live a normal life but that idea is ruined by the fact that of my symptoms. She tries though and i really appreciate that kind of stuff. If she hadn't been there for me my whole life i wouldn't be here today. I have considered self harm many times but my mom has always been there to keep me from taking the plunge into death like i should have so many years ago.
EVERYTHING I CAN'T DO "RIGHT"
-swim
-hold my breath
-breath
