Ｍａｒｃｈ ２１， ２０１０
Ｄｅａｒ Ｓｏｍｅｂｏｄｙ，
I should probably start by telling you who I am, right? Well, for now, I'd like to keep that a secret. Let's just begin on my life story...
I'm 15-years-young, and I'm the only child.
My parents are divorced. I was only 3-years-young when they split up. At this moment, I live with my father. We're not too close, we just ignore one another, and go on with our day. I rarely see him around, since he's busy with work. So most of the time, I'm home alone.
What about my mother? She's a drug addict, always has been before I was even born. She was getting help, by going to rehab, but had suddenly stopped, for some unknown reason.
My father had, had enough of her. So he was the one who took full custody of me after he had gotten a divorce. I really had no say.
I don't see my mother, I don't even remember what she looks like. My father doesn't have pictures of her, anywhere. Every time I mention her name, when he's around, he gets angry and we start some stupid argument.
Things at home are alright, not the best, but okay. Things at school are worst, sadly.
School's horrible. Yeah, I get A's and B's in my classes, and the material is easy to understand. That's not the horrible part.
I'm not much, only skins and bones. I'm weak, and easy to bully. So, I guess you can understand where I'm getting at.
I don't have friends. They get tried hanging around me, and just end up leaving. I'm not too entertaining. I'm not much, or I'm not enough. I'm nothing.
I'm a better ghost then I am a person. And when I'm noticed, it's the worst.
I'm always being pushed and shoved around. I've been called a lot of ugly names, like; shit face, ugly shit, worthless piece of crap, ugly as fuck, weirdo, loner, emo freak, pathetic, hopeless fucker, loser, gay, fag, faggot, and so much more.
Life has been hell, that's just how it is.
ʟᴏᴠᴇ,
ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs.
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