Sunday-
I went to church this morning and it was going fine, until we were leaving.
My brother snuck up behind me and scared me, so I (by instinct) hit him in the arm. My dad started yelling at me, so I defended myself and told him that he snuck up behind me. My dad sided with my brother like ALWAYS!!!! I was on the verge of tears when I walked away. It hurt my feelings so bad, because he doesn't ever side with me. Ever. It hurts. I haven't cut yet, but I probably will. Thanks for listening to my fucked up life. If I do, I'll add another chapter to this page. Love you guys. Whoever is reading this shit. "B
-Eli Summer
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The Pain Of Life
Non-FictionThis is my online journal. Thanks. Happy reading. Self-harm included. Trigger warning. This is non fiction. Its a story of my life as I go through it.
